it looked like it sucked but some of the songs were good

anonymous asked:

do you mind making some more lance hcs?? I've read all of the other ones like 3 times.

anon that’s a lot of headcanons to be reading lmao.. i don’t shut up about my Blue Boy. This is half headcanon/half character analysis lmao.

WHOM UP FOR SOME LANGST.

  • Lance has a boatload of insecurities, but I don’t think he has depression. (Time to project) What happens is that his ADHD causes him to hyperfocus on his mistakes to the point that he gets trapped in his Hell Brain, stuck in this bad cycle where he constantly berates himself and inflates his personal fears. But he’s normally able to manage because he has a huge support network- his bigass family.
  • There are definitely little kids in Lance’s family, and being around kids who love you is so nice?? Whenever Lance starts feeling weighed down, he plays with his baby siblings/cousins/neighbors and lets their enthusiasm feed his until everyone is bouncing off the walls and being ushered outside. I’ve probably said this before, but Lance was Born to be an uncle.
  • Anyway, Lance is used to being surrounded by people he has a deep connection with who truly care about him and love him. So at the Garrison, when he was far away from his family, he struggled a little bit but ultimately supplemented his human contact quota by befriending pretty much everyone. If he knows that people like him, then he can like himself.
  • Which is why in space he’s kind of… deflating. Because he’s surrounded by people who have rebuffed him before, and it’s hard not to internalize that, ya feel?? Like:
    • Pidge refused to do anything with Hunk & Lance when they were all at the Garrison, which is fair bc she was in Deep Cover, but Lance obvi didn’t know this so he was honestly kind of hurt? 
      • All his attempts at friendship and bonding were coldly shut down the moment they left his mouth. Lance spent many a sleepless nights wondering what was wrong with him, what aspect of his personality made Pidge hate him on sight. 
      • It… sucks to know that no matter what you do, someone will remain distant, especially if you’re used to making friends. Lance is a fixer, but how can you fix something if you only know part of the problem?
    • Keith straight up forgot who Lance was. And you know that Lance had really built-up their relationship in his mind. Even if it’s because Lance claims they ‘hated’ each other, it’s clear that Lance considered Keith special in that he was a goal to beat/overcome, and he clearly assumed Keith viewed him the same way. So when they reunited and Keith didn’t recognize him… Ouch
      • It hurts to realize that you’ve put way more into a relationship than someone else, but it especially sucks if they never even noticed you in the first place. 
      • Also, lots of resentment issues thanks to the Garrison constantly comparing Lance to Keith. Bastards.
    • Shiro is Lance’s hero, but Shiro is such… a jackass to Lance gsdhkjgd I’m so mad about how Shiro has been treating Lance as the show progresses. 
      • Shiro kind of… assumes that they’re equals, which normally is fine, but Shiro physically pushes/shoves Lance around, ignores his opinions, and tells him to knock it off whenever Lance acts like himself. 
      • And between close friends, that behavior can be ‘acceptable’, but again: Lance looks up to Shiro. So this treatment.. I can only see Lance negatively internalizing it. How good of a teammate can you be if your hero only ever treats you as a joke?
    • And Allura… it’s clear she’s really not interested in Lance’s flirting. Which would be fine, but it’s kind of been their entire relationship so far (mainly because of Bad Writing), so when Allura rejects Lance’s bad pick-up line she kind of rejects any connection at all, including friendship.
      • Like, you can argue that this is Lance’s fault for constantly hitting on her, but Allura’s natural response to Lance is either Carefully Maintained Neutrality or clear exasperation.
      • That’s not exactly… a warm welcome, so I could see Lance slowly just starting to avoid her. Because it SUCKS to enter someone’s line of view and immediately see their smile drop a fraction. It sucks to know that someone immediately has their guard up the moment you try to talk to them. It sucks to feel like you’ve sabotaged any chances before you even knew you had them. It sucks to realize that you, and your personality, made someone feel this way, and that you are the problem. From there, you learn it’s better to just… stay away, and stay quiet.
  • TLDR Lance is really only comfortable comfortable around Hunk and Coran. And the Space Mice, provided they don’t rat him out to Allura.
  • Lance internalizes a lot of stuff lmao. He reacts by overcompensating; when he feels hurt or out of his depth, he amps up his ego, he goes all out with the flirting, he uses bravado to cover up any cracks in his armor. 
    • (If you keep making them laugh, then they’re too busy to laugh at you.)
  • Lance is his own worst enemy. If someone yells at him and calls him a failure, he can get righteously angry and ignore what they said or crack a joke to ease the tension. He can deflect. It’s when he’s alone, when he has time to think, that he begins to place more pressure on himself.
    • You know how people can become paralyzed by their perfectionism? They’re so worried about getting the end product perfect that they can’t even start the process. That’s Lance, to some extent.
  • He prunes his own self/image. If he can’t get something right, he cuts it out of his personality. He doesn’t cling to it. He gets rid of anything he thinks makes him a failure, anything that shows that he’s useless. All those branches, traits, imperfections- they’re snipped away. And what he’s left with, he clings to. This is his absolute. This is his foundation. These are the tenants he builds himself up from. He’s the ladies man. He’s the sharpshooter. He’s the funny one. This is what makes Lance McClain worthwhile.
  • So when that foundation gets rocked… it’s bad. And normally, he can spring back, because he has his support network. But right now he’s billions of light years away from home, stuck with a team that only seems to like him 70% of the time.
Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.

I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL

(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)


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“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”


It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.



“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”



Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.


“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.


Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.




“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”




Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.

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We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.


"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”




“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”


Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.





“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”





I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.





“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”






“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

anonymous asked:

hey! sorry to bother you, but I dont know about the whole gremlin dva thing? what is it?

Oh wow but I wish you’d asked this off-anon, racist overwatch fans are really sensitive about this subject and like to throw little tantrums whenever anyone says anything against it! I’m gonna start from the very beginning in case anyone doesn’t know the basics of the situation

Okay, so this is D.Va:

D.Va, AKA Hana Song is a nineteen-year-old professional Starcraft player from Korea. There isn’t a perfect analogy, but in Korea, Pro Gamers aren’t viewed the way western gamers are, they’re held in a closer regard to professional athletes, or even rock stars. D.Va’s name is indicative of her personality: She’s a celebrity diva. She’s confident to a fault, she’s courageous and a bit cocky, she’s charming and she knows how to work an audience. Her fame as a pro Starcraft player has led to a career as an actress, which brought her fame worldwide. 

At age 16, through a “last starfighter/pacific rim” type situation, the Korean Government decided to address the problem of “giant robot keeps attacking Korea and traditional military tactics and regular soldiers are useless against it” by recruiting pro gamers (with their fast reflexes and unconventional tactical know-how) to pilot mechs to keep the giant robot at bay. D.Va was the best Starcraft player in the world (except her dad, the one person in the world she still can’t beat), and amazingly, she was also the best at fighting this giant robot. Because her gaming ability is what makes her so good at fighting this particular giant robot, she approaches her job the same way she approaches video games: by perpetually chasing the horizon of perfection and trying to improve her skills.

In-universe, she streams her missions worldwide on Twitch, and her fan following as a Superhero is as big as her following as a Pro Gamer or a Movie Star. Because she streams her missions, she’s often heard using gamer-speak in-combat because she’s addressing her audience directly. Outside of combat, many other heroes (like Lucio and Reinhardt) are huge fans of hers and look up to her, she’s a fan of reading scientific journals and is a bit starstruck to meet her favorite scientist (Mei) and she’s deeply hurt by the destruction she saw in her home country. She’s also sensitive about being called a child, because she’s now 19 (an adult) and a decorated soldier and deserves a certain level of respect. 

This is Gremlin D.Va:

Gremlin D.Va is a fandom-created meme based on approximately nothing from the actual game or lore except the word “gamer” in her description. Gremlin D.Va is a caricature of western white male gamers (interesting given that D.Va is a Korean woman who acts approximately nothing like western white male gamers). 

Gremlin D.Va is approximately four years old (or less!! A lot of the fanart includes her wearing diapers, sitting in strollers, sucking on a pacifier, the line is between “gremlin D.Va” and “baby D.Va” is blurry enough to be practically nonexistent). Gremlin D.Va is obsessed with doritos and mountain dew (she has her own brand of chips and sponsors a cola brand in-game, but we’ve established that the people making this meme don’t really care about what is or isn’t part of the game). She is supposed to be dirty and disgusting, she speaks in broken english even though Canon D.Va is fluent (they chalk this up to be “she’s like a baby!” but infantilization isn’t much better), she is mischievous and sneaky, she is presented as a childlike, and, well, pretty much aligns with every harmful stereotype of East Asians except the hypersexualization (which they claim makes it progressive). Also, as noted in the above picture, part of the meme is that she’s been adopted by two of the white characters, Soldier: 76 and Mercy, neither of whom she’s confirmed to have ever even met. She’s usually presented in the comics as a burden to that white man, which, yikes. 

Essentially, Gremlin D.Va is a list of harmful and baseless stereotypes and tropes about Asians and Asian-Americans like “sneaky” and “childlike” and “perverse,” and defenders of the meme like to pretend it’s okay to project lots of anti-Asian racist stereotypes onto an Asian character as long as they’re not doing so because she’s Asian, but, the fact is, it honestly doesn’t matter whether or not they mean to be racist, but it’s somewhat hard to believe it has nothing to do with the character being East Asian: It would be very different if she were a white character being treated the same way, since there’s really no cultural baggage that presents white people as subhuman (you’re literally calling her a “gremlin”) and childlike (don’t try to dispute this, half those comics put her in a damn diaper), but for SOME REASON the white characters in the game are never presented that way!

The one exception to that is in the Halloween sprays where D.Va is very much presented as a child, and defenders like to claim this makes Gremlin D.Va “canon,” although this doesn’t really hold any water, since the sprays seem to show children dressed as the heroes trick-or-treating, and almost all the heroes are given a trick-or-treater spray. Here’s just a handful, for instance:

Now, I’ve gotten yelled at a lot for calling the meme racist, and 99 times out of 100 it is, but the fact remains, even if it was totally not racist: it’s just plain not funny! It’s boring and unimaginative and doesn’t make sense! People always try to act like “it’s just a video game, it’s fictional, let us have our jokes,” and I wholeheartedly agree, except that I expect jokes to be even mildly funny. 

People also come back with “but it’s Chibi! Haven’t you ever heard of Chibi!” which, of course I have!! In fact, like all the Overwatch heroes, there’s a Chibi version of her available in the game! It doesn’t look like a screaming dorito-encrusted toddler in the care of a cheap knockoff Clint Eastwood, though, it looks like a chibi version of the character:

There she is standing next to her mech! She’s got a look and pose indicative of her trademark cocksure attitude, she’s clearly an adult and not a child, she’s not sexualized in this image without being desexualized through infantilization, and it looks like her, but in that style!! 

Now, the thing is, I know it’s futile to ask racists to stop being racist, especially when they don’t agree they are being racist. They think they’re being funny, and they try to dismiss any criticisms with “it’s not that serious,” but the thing is, if it wasn’t that serious to them, why do they throw a little tantrum whenever anyone voices discomfort with it? And I mean every single time, they whine and complain and act smugly superior because they haven’t been “offended,” but the fact is that most normal fans of the game are content to roll their eyes and scroll past their unfunny meme, and they’re the ones who get all worked up whenever they find out people don’t think it’s funny. 

Which is the most important facet of Gremlin D.Va: it’s not funny! It’s boring! It feels like the kind of thing Seth Green would write in a mediocre Robot Chicken sketch that he didn’t put all that much effort into. Even if it wasn’t racist, it just doesn’t make sense that people keep pushing this unfunny joke despite the fact that the response is more groans than laughs! In fact, most people I know mock and ridicule the people who are boring enough to find it funny! 

So, that’s basically it in a nutshell. 

THE STYDIA KISS (and hug)- an Extra™ frame by frame analysis

ok so we start out with this shit. even before this frame, dude is staring at them Martin lips like he’s in the middle of the desert and they’re the only water for miles. Then we get here and they both go in OPEN goddamn MOUTH for this kiss. she is PUCKERED for him. She was puckered ten feet ago, she was puckered when she walked in the damn door, hell, she was puckered 3 months ago. She got her tongue fucking ready to dock at Port Stilinski Lips.

She comes in fucking Little Caesar’s Hot ‘N Ready with the hands on the neck. goddamn. And they are PRESSED into each other. If they were kissing any deeper they would swallow each other. Which now, come to think of it, might have been their goal.

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anonymous asked:

22 sounds like it'd be lovely 👀❤

Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the long wait but I hope you like this! Hope you’re well! 💕  💕  💕  xxx

Prompt: “I’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me.”


[26] Spoiled rotten. [MATURE.] 

He doesn’t have time for it.

To entertain that look for hers. He’s drowned in stress and deadlines from his head down to his feet.

“No, no.” He stops her before she can fully walk over to him from the doorway. “Go away.”

“M’bored!” She whines from the door of his office where music demos spill out from.

“How’s that my problem?” He grins.

“Should be your problem.” She mutters. She wouldn’t have come in here if she wasn’t as bored as she says she is. She was good for most of the day, about leaving him alone to do his work. She knows he’s working through a dead line. So she read a book, watched a film, went out for a bit but she’s exhausted all of her options now. She wants him, his company and all that. “My boy’s finally home and he’s locked himself away in here.”

“Let me just finish this up and then—”

“What are these for?” She asks glancing at all the buttons. There are so many buttons in here.

“Don’t press any.” He answers the thought he knows she has. She’s always got to fiddle with something. He spoke too late, she’s already pressed one. “Told you not to.” He groans. “A menace.” He glares turning his chair away from her and back to his work.

Knowing so she leans into him, skimming her hands over his tense back. She watches his body react to her, tense then settle as she trails her hands over his shoulders.

He groans at her actions but doesn’t attempt to shake her off. She smiles against his skin, leaving kisses at the back of his neck. He’s still not shaking her off when she’s managed to sneak her hand under his shirt, letting her hand roam his broad back. She’s missed kissing him all over.

He turns to her slightly as she runs her hands over his tense shoulders, distracted momentarily.

“No, don’t start.” He warns.

“What m’I starting.” She grins.

“You know what.”

“What?” She nuzzles herself into his neck still. “Tell me.” She smiles against his warm skin.

“You’ve got that look in your eyes.” He smirks looking back down at the screen.

“What look?”

“The one only I know about.”

She smiles to herself as she reaches her hand down to his jean zipper. He watches reluctantly as she grazes her hand over the rough material.

“Not now love.” He looks back up to the screen. “I’ve got too much to get through.”

“Five minutes?” She smiles.

“Much too long.”

“Three then? Can do a lot with three—”

“Not three either.”

She’s frustrated now, antsy too as she pulls her hand back. She sighs walking around him to stand in front of him, in front of his computer screen and he groans. “What part of m’busy don’t you understand!” He whines.

“All of it.” She admits.  

“I can see that.”

“Isn’t good to be stressed.” She smiles tracing his jawline down to his neck.

“Don’t.” He smirks looking from the corner of his eye. “Sit.”

She grins widely sinking down on his lap.

“Not what I meant.” He rolls his eyes trying to see past her at the screen. There’s another chair across from him, that’s where he meant.

“Told me to sit.” She wraps her arms around his neck. “Was obeying you.”

“You’re distracting me.”

“Is it working?”

“Go.” He whines. “M’gonna get scolded if I don’t finish this.”

“No you won’t.” She sighs. He can’t be scolded at because he’s the head of this entire operation. “Just say you had to tend to—”

“My girlfriend who can’t stop grabbing at my cock.”

“Could say that.” She shrugs.

“Well you can’t have it.” He replies still looking at the screen.

“Mean.” She pouts nuzzling herself into his neck. “It’s mine.” She whispers.  

“Only because m’stressed for time.” He mutters.

She does get it. He’s got plenty of things to listen to, approve and send in. His phone is always vibrating on the desk with calls and pings with incoming messages and emails. But just because she understands it doesn’t mean she’s not needy between her legs and needy for him to touch her.

She looks up at him from the place she’s nuzzled into at her neck, “Please Daddy.” She says with that look of hers, innocent and begging but only one is true.

She knows she’s managed to catch his attention now when he presses his lips together tightly, inhales loudly and his hand tightens around the mouse from his now rendered useless computer.

She glides her thumb across his bottom lip as he continues to focus on anything but what she’s doing. Then she’s kissing him softly at the side of his mouth, down to her jawline where she can reach from her place at his neck. She moves her lips over his jawline down to his neck, knowing that gets to him. There’s plenty that gets to him about her.

“Need my cock Daddy.” She laces her hand through his. “M’practically soaking through my shorts. Can have a feel if you don’t believe me.”

She shifts her hips to unbutton her jean shorts before bringing his hand to the line of her panties and he doesn’t stop her. She shifts her hips slightly to bring his fingers up against her, “See?” She whispers. “Wouldn’t want you to miss out—”

“You’re actually evil.” He glares.

But he can’t hide from her, not well anyway. She’s sat on top of him, with his fingers at her folds and she’s nearly about to start rocking against them. His cock is getting harder and angrier underneath his tight jeans. He can practically feel it pulsing, leaking under her.

“Mind if I just rub myself on you then,” she asks into his neck. “Since you’re so busy?” She asks fully pleased with herself.

“Could just make myself come.” She sighs adjusting her hips. “Gonna make me come on your jeans instead of on your cock? Are you Daddy?” She gasps slightly when the rough material of his jeans rub back against her clit. “Can’t imagine,” she inhales sharply. “That’d be what you want.” She throws her head back when he lifts his leg up further to rub against her snugly.

“You’re misbehaving.”    

“M’not,” she exhales softly. “A bit entitled maybe. Maybe a tad spoiled as well.” She smiles as her eyes flutter shut.

“Spoiled rotten.”

“Your fault.” She gasps sharply when he does it again. “You’re always taking really good care of me.”

She’s whimpering now, needy for it and needy for something more. Her fists at his shirt tighten every time she glides over, back and forth across his thigh. “M’usually being good.”

“Bullshit.” He manages through his teeth and she grins against his shoulder.

She’s getting him angry now.

“Some inspiration will do you good.” She suggests. “Could write a song about what we’re about to do.”

“M’gonna write a whole fucking song about how sweet and tight your cunt is but just how fuckin pesky you are too.” He gets up with her in his arms, angry, bothered and now incredibly distracted.

He gives in just like she knew he would at some point. Almost immediately she’s on the floor with him rushing to hover over her. He’s already breathing heavily as he pulls her shorts down her legs and throws them far with impatience.

“Should have remembered I don’t like being ignored.” She smirks.

“A spoiled little—” Harry’s phone rings in the distance but it’s long forgotten as she unbuttons his jeans in a haste. He curses under his breath as she pulls his briefs down, his cock hard, springing up from the confines of his jeans.

“At least someones happy about me being a distraction,” she smirks as he pulls her underwear down her legs and she kicks them off. Just the sight of him, big and thick makes her stomach tighten.


She reaches for his cock, wraps her hand around it in attempt to line him up with her. He wraps his big hand around her wrist before she can only to pin it above her head.

“Tell Daddy what you want—”

“No, no teasing.” She shakes her head before he holds her jaw still in one hand.

“You don’t like it being done to you do you?” He tightens his hold as her legs squirm trying to pull him to her. “S’a shame because you’re gonna get it now love.”’ Her eyes go wide when she feels the head of him nudging at her clit. “Should know by now that m’fair, can’t go around teasing people and expecting nothing to catch up with you.”

She looks down to where he’s teasing her and she whines loudly. “Please.”

“Use your words. You were so chatty love, just minutes ago.”

She’s just panting now. Her chest rising and falling as he leaves kisses across it, sucks hard at the taut skin before biting down. She whimpers impatiently as he cups one of her breasts whilst wrapping his mouth around the other. She’s kicking her legs from the oversensitivity at her clit and the way his teeth are grazing her nipple.

“I—I—please!”

He’s ruthless with it, how he glides himself over her wet slit. Teases her at her entrance before going back to her clit, prodding against it.

He notices her nearly shaking but he isn’t easing up. She’s got to learn, she’s much too spoiled. She isn’t used to being told no, she always manages to get her way. Nearly.

Harry is enjoying this, fully satisfied at the loss of power she isn’t used to. He’s hovering over her, her glassy eyes latched onto his smug ones. He thumbs over her wet lips slowly, the ones she’s been biting as he tortures her slowly.

“Mhm? Nothing?” He questions her rhetorically.

She’s just begging with her eyes now. Her blown out and glassy eyes. Her cheeks are already pink, her lips red and her hair is already tangled from his harsh grip.

“Back there you were all, Daddy this and Daddy that.”

She’s pulsing between her legs and the insides of her thighs are much too sticky. She’s whimpering for it now, for his cock as he grinds himself against her torturously back and forth.

“Daddy please.” She gulps. “Fuck me.”

“What’s that?” He smirks, holding her jaw tightly. “Speak up Princess.”

“Fuck me!” She nearly cries. “M’not kidding, won’t blow you for a whole week—”

She gasps sharply, nearly coughs over it as he drives into her. She cries out loudly before letting out a lusty moan. The one he thinks about when he’s away and results to pulling his hand over himself just replaying it over and over again. Her had tilts back, her neck strained as he drives into her roughly. He’s cursing harshly into her neck, forgetting his previous character.  

“S’this what you wanted?” He whispers bitterly. “What you were begging for?”  

She lets out soft whines and whimpers as she holds tightly to him.

“Can’t hear you love,” he wraps her leg around him, so he can get deeper. She cries out and her nails sink into the skin of his back harder. “Use your words.”

“Yes! Was—what—I—I wanted.” She moans wrapping herself tighter around him, needy for more. He notices how desperate she is for it, he knows she’ll come soon like this. “Don’t stop!—Keep fucking me—please!” This is what she wants, the easy way out, her way. But he’s not nearly done.

He cups her jaw, holds onto her tightly as he drives into her a few more times. His thrusts into her are rough ones. The tension and stress leaving him and he’s not surprised that she was right. She’s always right. And God she feels good, she always feels so fucking good.

He feels her squeezing him, enough to make him see white, enough to give into her. He’s got to stop, this would be much to easy on her.

Her eyes flutter open and widen as she lets out an involuntarily whine, she’s empty. She can barely lift her head off the floor to look down at where they had been connected. She was so full a second ago, so close to the brink and—

“Hands and knees.” He lifts himself off of her. “C’mon love, get to it. Haven’t got all day.”

“What!” She gasps. “I was—was—”

“Were you gonna come love?” He smirks. “Is that it? Were you close?”

She’s glaring at him with fluttering and disbelieving eyes. “You fucking—”

Easy there love,” he glares back pressing his thumb at her lips. “Wouldn’t want you to say anything you’d regret, you’re in enough trouble I’d say. Yeah?”

She reluctantly turns over to her stomach, lifting herself up onto her hands and knees like he asked. She’s still breathing deeply at her unfulfilled finish, she’s hot and she can feel herself dripping down her inner thighs as she holds herself up on her shaky hands and knees.

She’s not used to this, not getting what she wants. Her head hangs forward as she attempts catching her breath, her hair messily covering her face.

“Have to teach you how to be good don’t I?” He glides his fingers back and forth across her wet folds as she shudders. She whimpers pathetically when he cups her sex, lingers the pads of his fingers at her clit.

“You’re dripping for it love,” he whispers against the back of her neck as he hovers over her. Shivers run up her spine as her head bucks back towards him. “Look at that.” He brings his fingers to her, showing her. His fingers wet and glistening with it.

He’s back at teasing her, his fingers circling her clit, rubbing rough circles that make her knees wobble. His fingers tease her wet slit, nearly slide in only to have them stay at her entrance, teasing her achingly. He isn’t playing fair and he knows that, loves it too.

“Please.” Her voice cracks, barely a whisper gets out.  

“What are you begging for Princess?”

“Anything!” She whimpers. “Just do something.” She pushes back against him, needy for his hands on her.

She shudders as he smoothes his hand over the swell of her bum. “Need all the attention don’t you Princess?”

“Please.”

“Ask properly.”

“Please spank me.”

“Properly.”

“Please spank me Daddy.” She whines impatiently.

The sound of his hand colliding with her skin resonates off the walls. The sting from his palm settling her and maddening her, making her moan in relief. The sound of it conditioned to make her drip.

She’s trying her best to keep herself upright as he gives her the second. He’s tugged her hair tightly, wrapped it around his fist as she jolts forward with a cry. The force of the blow arching her back beautifully and they both know she’s getting stickier between her thighs.

After the third he’s using his big hands to massage the blossoming pink skin. The cold silver of his rings are cold against her heated skin, she shudders when they glide back over her skin, she’s so sensitive to them. Obsessed with the ache they cause, the marks they leave and the sharp sting that melts into tingles.

“More.” She barely lets out. “Please, more.”

He goes for it, three more in a row, closer together in time. Her moans grow louder, and he  watches her skin go from pink to red. He’s at it harder, making the marks redder, knowing she loves to look at them in the mirror before she gets dressed for the day or undressed and before she bathes.

He kisses up her back until he reaches the nape of her neck, “The marks should stay for a while, till I get back in a week.”

She nods hastily, she likes having things that remind her of him, makes it easier to hold out for him. She’s breathing loudly as he guides her hips back to him.

“Right Princess, you’re gonna be good? Good for me?”

She nods lethargically, out of it but needy between her thighs.

“Words love, need your words.”

“Yes.” She whispers.

“Yes what!”

“M’gonna be good for you Daddy.” She looks back at him desperately.

“Take all of me in yeah? Always do that nicely.” He bites down on the warm skin of her neck. She nods hastily and he pushes into her swiftly. Her mouth opens in a silent moan when he fills her.

He’s quick to begin his rough thrusts at that spot inside of her. And she’s moaning loudly in relief along with his throaty curses. He’s deep and big and stretching her just how she wanted, “So good—fuck you’re big.

He’s leaving marks on her hips from where he’s steading her. So he can can fuck into her deeper. She’s doing so good and he tells her so. “Wish you could see what m’seeing Princess.” He groans as he continues driving into her wet folds.

“Taking me in so nicely into that sweet little cunt of yours.” He whispers to her. “You feel it don’t you, feel me deep inside of you, must be since you’re taking every inch into it.”

She whines loudly, pushing back on him, needy for every bit of him. She’s getting him nice and wet, covering him with her wetness that’s been pooling for much too long. He watches them, watches him pull back slick from her before driving hard back into her.

She’s so good he remembers in detail, exactly how she feels, how warm and soft she is.

He’ll never get used to how good she feels. It’s like the first time each time.

“God I love you—really fuckin in love with you.” He hovers over her, tangling a fist into her hair again to make her look to him. He kisses her cheek softy as he thrusts into her again and again.

She whimpers against his lips every time he meets the spongey spot inside of her, his groans pull their lips apart as well. “Stretching so well love, wrapping around me like my cock was made for you.”

She’s certain it was.

“We fit so nicely don’t we Princess?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“M’filling you up huh love?”

She nods barely, out of breath to answer but she she swears he’s reached her stomach. She’s taking all of him, just like she always manages. He’s in her so deep that every thrust of his brings her ass back to his lower stomach.

She turns her head, to look back at him taking her.

“Tell Daddy what you want Princess.”

“Don’t stop—just fuck me. Keep fucking me please.”

She hardly finishes her sentence before he’s taking her hips roughly, bending her further and pounding into her.

She can’t stop crying out, chanting his name and begs for him to keep going. She’s whimpering loudly, letting out cracked exhales as he hits deeper, harder.

When his hand collides with the already red skin of her bum she yelps. She’s taking all of him, the sensation of having him this deep mixes with the sting and throb of her spanked bum and she’s getting dizzy.

He does it again before driving into her hard and he gets that sound out of her again. He couldn’t explain it if he tried it’s just the filthiest moaned cry that keeps him up at night when he isn’t with her to make her do it.

She pushes back against him, needy for it all. She’s so full of him, stretching around him so nicely but she keeps pushing back onto him for more. He reaches around her for her clit, rubbing rough fast paced circles against her.

“Full.” She whimpers. She feels so full. She knows this feeling, the buildup of it, like a balloon filling up with air. She used to be wary about this feeling, tell him to stop because she knew she was about to make a mess onto whatever surface had been chosen. She’s close now, about to make a mess too and he’s craving it.

He knows she’s there, at that place. Full and ready to spill onto him. When he plants one foot of his on the floor so he can take her deeper, change the angle a bit she nearly screams and those blown out eyes of hers water slightly.

“You love this huh love,” he asks rhetorically over a whimpered cry of hers. “Getting fucked this hard till you can’t speak.”

She answers him with a choked out cry. She’s close, so close and she’s begging him to let her this time. The obscenities leaving his lips make her stomach tighten.

“Princess has got a sweet and tight little cunt doesn’t she?”

“M’- M’gonna—”

“Not yet Princess.”

“Daddy!”

“Belongs to me doesn’t it,” he groans loudly as she pulses around him. “I’ve got the best one don’t I, best one belongs to me.”

He’s relentless with her, so she’s just spilling out, ‘Yours, yours, yours’ desperately over and over again. She can’t think of anything else to say or that she’ll be able to manage.

He goes mad, can’t stop fucking her, the sounds she lets out spurring him on. The sounds of the fucking, her ass hitting his lower stomach, the sounds of her wet sex driving him into a craze.

She’s so wet, they can hear it, can hear her wet skin take him in, can hear him fucking her hard like she needed.

He pulls her hair, her neck stretching back as he bends her body further, shifting the angle he’s pushing into her.

“Fuck!—Yes, Harry.“ She gasps.

She cries out when he stops, only realizing what she had done when he stills inside of her.

“What was that Princess?” He growls.

“I—I—”

“Don’t go silent on me now Princess.”

“Daddy.” She corrects herself hurriedly.

“There it is.” He groans in response, before driving back into her roughly.

He’s just as close as she is, feels like he’s just about ready to explode, his body tightening, his muscles roping in, working into overdrive.

“Fuck!—Come Daddy please! I need you to—come inside me.”

“Look at me love, look at me.” He whispers harshly. Her eyes are barely open and she can’t comply to anything at this point. He does it for her then, taking her jaw turning it towards him as she looks back at him. “There, wanna see you come.” He’s holding her in place to make sure she keeps her eyes on him. And she’s looking at him desperately, with watery eyes. “Come for me Princess, go on.”

He’s done for once he feels her come around him, squeezing him so tightly he’s seeing things hazily. He’s fucking her past her orgasm, with whatever strength he finds. Her release coating him as he drives into her with sloppy rapid thrusts. She’s properly crying out now, her body flooded with overstimulated nerves as she tilts her head back, wobbly at the knees.

He’s got his hands on her hips, holding tightly to them as he nears his finish. He knows how sensitive she is, she’s squeezing him so tightly he can barely get into her. ‘Christ—tight! Bloody—Fuck!—’ He moans loudly. It’s both her tightening around him and that desperate look in her eyes as she’s looking at him, that unravels him. He’s cursing loudly, holding tightly to her hips as he comes undone. He’s spilling into her hot and heavily, she whimpers and whines when she feels him shudder inside of her, coating her walls.

He pulls out of her slowly, wet and sensitive, cursing at the feeling of losing her. He groans deep in his throat as he watches him ooze out of her, leak wouldn’t even do this justice more like watching him pour out of her.

She needs to lay down, he does so carefully, makes her lay on her back as he pushes the hair from her face.

“Good?” He asks rhetorically over his heavy pants. She nods barely with whatever energy she has left. “Not bored anymore?” He bites down on the skin of her shoulder. She shakes her head before he leaves a kiss at her forehead.  

“A lot—you came really hard, can feel it still.” She mumbles.

“Christ you did too,” he pushes his hair off his face. “Felt you soak me.”  

“Is that me or you then?” She smiles sleepily feeling it run down her legs.

“If I give it a good look m’gonna get hard again.” He groans turning to her. “M’already in enough trouble.” He laughs tiredly. But he’s not complaining about this distraction, not one bit. They can wait.

“Say you had to rescue a cat from a tree.” She offers. “You were being chivalrous so they can fuck off.” She mutters and he laughs loudly pulling her to him.

“M’never gonna be able to get any work done in here, ever. You’ve ruined the space.” He says.

“Is it because there’s come on the floor now?”

“That too.” He chuckles.

“I love your cock.” She sighs, a wide grin spread onto her face. “A lot.” He hums against her, smiling against her warm skin. “M’a lucky girl, get it all to myself.”

“Haven’t said anything about the who attached to it.”

“Yeah, he’s alright.” She shrugs. “Bearable.”

“Oh, that’s good then? Bearable is always good.” He buries his head into her chest to bit down on her collarbone. She squeals loudly as he sucks harshly on the bitten skin.

“He’s my favorite,” she wraps her arms around his neck bringing herself closer to him. “But it’s better he doesn’t know, gets a bit cocky that one.”

“I love you too.” He grins.

“A bit awkward love, who said I was talking ‘bout—”

“Shut up.”  He bites down on the soft skin of her breast

“God you’ve ruined me,” she pushes her now tangled hair out of her face. “Nothing’s ever gonna be as good as that or all the other times.”

“Are you planning on—”

“No, plan on fucking you for the rest of my life.” She says and he hums contently. “Can’t go back to a life of mediocre sex where m’nearly dangling off the bed dressed like a Mary Poppins explaining what the clit looks like.”

“S’oddly specific.” He looks up at her.

She laughs loudly as he kisses her, she attempts to kiss him back while laughing still. “It was Halloween, three years ago.”

“Glad you’re mine then. No dangling Marry Poppins, none of that.” He says and they both erupt in laughter again.

“Can we go out tonight? Check a few things off my list?” She runs her fingers through his hair, setting aside some messy strands.

She makes a list of places and things she wants to do with him whilst he’s gone. It’s her way of creating something to look forward to when he’s gone for so long. When she’s got lots to wait for and it makes the waiting easier. And she likes sharing things with him, doing new things with him they both can remember and keep when they aren’t together. She likes having memories that are just for them.

So he doesn’t mind at all when she drags him to a cooking class, or to a nursery to get plants they can plant in their back garden (she sends him pictures of their growing plants whilst he’s away), or that one ice cream place with extremely odd flavors.

“Yes,” he kisses the tip of her nose. “Let me just finish this and m’all yours.”

She nods as he gets himself off of her, the idea of working is a lot less appealing now he must admit. She’s still panting slightly on the floor as he walks back to his desk.

“You pressed record.” He groans pulling his jeans back up.

“Should use that for something then.” She grins getting up to look for her clothes. “Would you look at that? You didn’t even have to slave over or write something new to send out. Your welcome.” She grins walking out of the room with her clothes in hand.

“Love for Christ’s sake the gardeners are outside! Put your clothes on!” Harry regrets buying a house with her with so many windows now. She likes big windows. So he got her big windows.

“Make me.” She calls back from the hallway she’s already walked down. “It’s my home and I’ll walk around naked in it if I fancy.”

“No you won’t!” He laughs exasperatedly. Not when the windows are open and when there’s people outside.

“M’not about to slip my shorts back on when I’ve got your come running down my legs still.” She rolls her eyes. “Come clean me up, we could use a bath. I got you sticky too.”

She’s really getting to him today. Sending him into a craze and he doesn’t know how to explain this to the people waiting to hear from him about the things he had to do today. He most certainly is not going to get anymore work done today or meet any of his deadlines.

He gets up from his desk abruptly, “a menace.” He groans as he hears her running the bath. “A fuckin menace.” But he’s nearly running down the hallway to their bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Drive Safely (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by wkom

A/N. JEFF DESERVES BETTER! And because of this, and because I am trash, I rewrote the ending of episode 9 - Clay doesn’t leave, Hannah and Sheri don’t knock over the stop sign, and everyone is safe. I hope you guys like it, and I am more than willing to take requests. Feel free to message me guys. Let’s cry together.

WORD COUNT: 3,420

Alright, enjoy!


The music was blasting, the beer was flowing, and Jessica and Justin were on the verge of procreating on the couch. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at the two sophomores and squeezed through the crowd, balancing the two drinks in her hands as she weaved around the drunk teenagers. She finally made it outside, sucking in a breath of the cooling autumn air and sighing. She was pretty sure Monty had brushed up against her ass. Horny asshole.

She looked around the far less populated, but still crowded, front yard, picking out her boyfriend from the way his poofy hair stood out above everyone else. He was talking to Clay, and as she approached she saw him roll his eyes violently, his whole body swaying with the force of it.

Damn Jensen, she thought with a laugh, you’re gonna break my boyfriend of you and Hannah don’t bang soon.

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His Control (M)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,942

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Description: After showing off to his friends what he could do more push-ups than them, you felt like he was going overboard with his competitive side. Ignoring him for a couple weeks, made a new side of him come out.

Warning: Dom!Kook, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I made a bet in a group chat that I wouldn’t say anything sexual about Jungkook for a month. I won but during that month, I would type out how a felt about this “unnamed guy” aka Jungkook. So, after the month was up, I decided to change all the ‘He’s to Jungkook. The beginning is kind of based on Episode 12 of Run BTS. I can’t believe I wrote all of this filth. Well, looks like I’m going to hell after this. Also, I didn’t edit it. So, if there’s any mistakes. I’m sorry


Whenever he walked over to you, there would be a huge smile on his face. It would have seemed as if he won the lottery or if he found out something interesting that he was ready to tell you about. Jungkook’s smile made you feel like you were stuck in a trance and everything around you was moving slowly. Whenever you looked into his considerably large eyes, it would feel as if it was only you and him in the world. He had that effect on you and you never knew it. He had his days where he would annoy you to the point where you would ignore him for days on end. Especially on this particular day, he was showing off way too much and you were not having it.

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Chicken Nugget

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: none!! cursing i think? this is fluffffffy

summary: The story of you and Lin, told through Twitter. 

requests: “hey, I just wanted to say that your writing is so cute! ^.^ anyway, I wanted to request a Lin x Reader where maybe reader and Lin get into a Twitter battle and it’s just really cute and stuff! thanks! <3″

@not-mystery-anymore-anon: happy late birthday! This took me so long wow I have like 4 more unfinished fics so I’m gonna go work on that. I don’t know how to feel about this, enjoy! 

words: 1524


January 26 / 11:56

@Lin_Manuel:

Good morning!
Sometimes people will steal the last chicken nugget from you.
They will slip past you in a line.
But life goes on.

@Lin_Manuel:

Story time. I was at the supermarket at midnight. I was gonna buy some chicken nuggets for a writing snack. And just when I come round the aisle, SOMEONE TOOK THE LAST PACK. (1/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

SHE JUST GRABBED IT. And I shouted “Hey those are mine!” and she just ignores me and walks off. What the f*ck? (2/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

I mean it’s one thing if you’re gonna take the last nuggets but you’re also gonna ignore me? And when I was about to step into one of the cashiers, lo and behold, she appears again! (3/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

She slips right in front of me and pays for her damn chicken nuggets. One day, I will find you. And suffocate you in chicken nuggets. Just you wait. (4/?)

@Y/N:

Tfw you buy chicken nuggets and some guy rants about it on Twitter even though they’re rightfully yours

January 30 / 08:05

@Y/N:

Thank you to everyone who made this album possible. Here’s to all the blood shed and tears spilled.

@Lin_Manuel:

Okay I’m supposed to be writing but HOLY MOLY. @Y/N’s most recent album is F*CKING FIRE. This is going to be the only thing that I listen to today.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Thank you! Did you like track 2?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Absolutely loved it. Elegantly done. How do you get the inspiration for this kind of genius, master?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Glad you asked! Few months ago, I was buying chicken nuggets and this guy got mad because I took the last one. Also, I beat him to the cashier, and later that day he poured out his feelings on Twitter.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Oh indeed, Lin. Or should I call you ‘the guy who rhymed son with sun’?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Um okay but at least that rhymed. Chicken nugget and unwritten sonnet don’t rhyme. I take back what I said about track 2.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Are you saying you can come up with a better rhyme for chicken nugget?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Taking the last chicken nugget, staking it fast and kickin’ it like a bucket

@Y/N:
@Lin_Manuel Brilliant. Amazing. Superb. Impressive. Remarkable. Exceptional. Marvelous. Excellent.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Thanks for showing us that you can use a dictionary! See ya next time when you learn more words!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel *thesaurus

February 29 / 15:07

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Karen told me that she spotted you at Hamilton. Why didn’t you tell me that you were suddenly a huge fan?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I watched it as a writer. For writing inspiration. And I’m very impressed with the musical. Not you.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh so I have yet to impress you? I mean I impressed people enough to get me a couple of awards.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Do something worth my being impressed at, and we’ll see about that.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh it’s SO on like Donkey Kong.

March 4 / 23:50

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Congrats on the Billboard #1! Hope it can last 2 weeks like Hamilton did

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel How do you manage to be an asshole and a friend in one tweet

March 6 / 02:05

@Y/N:

Sometimes I like to imagine that Eliza Schuyler from Hamilton is based off me. We’re both pure, smart and lovable.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Nice try. You were the greatest inspiration for Jefferson, though. Where else would I find someone as annoying and cocky?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel The mirror maybe?

April 17 / 22:05

@Y/N:

Congrats on the Oscar. And the PEGOT. You still haven’t (pe)GOT my heart, though. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Wow yes because very other award fades in comparison to winning your heart.

April 30 / 12:05

@Lin_Manuel:

Bit of a day. Met Mark Hamill. Bought a lightsaber. Harrison Ford thought @Y/N and I were dating.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel 1. Absolutely never 2. DETAILS PLEASE!! Harrison Ford was my childhood crush

@Lin_Manuel:

I told him you were stubborn like Leia. He said that I was Han. I said “Sure we’re Han and Leia without the whole falling in love thing.” @Y/N

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Nicely phrased.

May 14 / 15:30

@Y/N:

I’ve never tried sashimi. It looks weird as hell

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Shame on you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Are you suggesting something?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N If the girl wasn’t you I would’ve offered to take her to try them.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Yeah like I’d go anywhere with you anyway. Hypothetically if you were taking this girl with you, where would you go?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I’d tell her that she has to go with me to find out.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel And if she can’t stand you but really wants the sashimi?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I’d make sure that by the end of the date she’ll be in love with me.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel You talk big. Care to prove it?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N DM me your number and you’ll find out.

May 15 / 10:05

@Lin_Manuel:

I have converted @Y/N into a sashimi-er.

@ham4ham4ham:

@Lin_Manuel more importantly, is she in love with you now?

@Y/N:

@ham4ham4ham Am I?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N @ham4ham4ham Great things take time.

July 31 / 13:35

@wowhamilton:

Why do @Lin_Manuel and @Y/N never talk again??

@Lin_Manuel:

@wowhamilton I feel like a 13-year-old saying this but I have her number now. I got her number guys!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I feel like a 13-year-old saying this but I really like texting you.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N *screenshots and sends to friends*

August 17 / 21:56

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Do you maybe kinda wanna be my date to the Tonys? *runs away to hide*

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel From sashimi to Tonys? You’re a real overachiever aren’t you

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Is that a yes?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Yes x100

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N OH SNAP WHO’S THAT DON’T TOUCH ME I’M TOO HOT YES QUÉ PASÓ HERE I GO SO DOPE Y TU LO SABES NO PARE SIGUE SIGUE DID YOU SEE ME

August 25 / 14:26

@Karenolivo:

Today I was a wonderful thirdwheeler, as you can see in this photo

@Lin_Manuel:

@Karenolivo76 The loveliest girl in the place. Hint: not you Karen

@Y/N:
We know, Lin. It’s you. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Goddamit I really need to go back in time and talk to Hamilton so he can help me up my game. I wrote the lyric ‘if it takes fighting a war to meet it will have been worth it’ y’know. I’m good at this flirting thing I swear

September 18 / 13:25

@Y/N:

Wait for a guy who makes you feel like you’re in high school with your heart doing jumping jacks. It’s worth it, I promise.

@Lin_Manuel:

Wait for a girl who makes your heart spin and makes you unaccountably nervous. She’ll come.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel She’ll come hehehehehe

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Well if you look at it that way it ain’t wrong either

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel BLOCKED AND REPORTED GOODBYE

September 29 / 09:05

@Lin_Manuel:

Bookstore dates are the best. @Y/N is the best.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel You’re such a nerd. One that I happen to be in love with, though.

October 10 / 17:31

@Lin_Manuel:

Sometimes she looks at me and I’m Eliza, wide-eyed and adoring. She’s got me helpless.

@Y/N:

Sometimes he looks at me and I’m Philip. Dead. He got me deceased.

October 19 / 13:48

@Lin_Manuel:

Goodbyes are the worsttt. @Y/N I love you don’t get an affair see you in a few months

@Y/N:

Wish I could be there with you. Kinda hard to get an affair when I can’t stop thinking about you. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Just now on the plane I bought some Oreos. I just realised that you weren’t there to eat the white cream so I decided not to eat the Oreos. Life really does suck without you.

November 1 / 23:59

@Y/N:

Wrote a sad song today. It’s about a girl who misses someone but knows that he’s gone doing something great. Sounds familiar

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Heard your song on the radio today. Started crying in the cab. Driver looked at me weird. I miss you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Fell asleep listening to your interviews yesterday. Just wanted to hear you talk as though you were next to me.

November 4 / 00:01

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Happy birthday to the very best. Thank you for learning salsa just so my dad would like you and for making me the best homemade ice cream. You transcend Eliza. You’re you, and I love you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Thanks, loser! Come back home. I miss you.

November 5 / 02:05

@Y/N:

Guess who just came home for my birthday!!!!! @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

Good night.
Sometimes you gotta lose something to gain something even better.
I lost a pack of chicken nuggets but gained the love of my life.

Something They Don’t Know

Prompt: In which Daveed Diggs is asked how he comes up with his lyrics during an interview. Told in his POV.

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Day 5 of the write-a-thon. Of course I would post this early when all I’ve been complaining about is not having enough time to write. Oh well. Also, I’m sure Nadeska Alexis is a cool girl, I just needed her to behave this certain way to get the story going. Enjoy!


Daveed slips his phone into his pocket and stood to give Nadeska Alexis a handshake once she enters the dressing room, Lin’s advice on how to handle the tricky reporter reverberating in his mind. Having done the Complex interview with Chance previously, he warned him about her ruthlessness and her inclination to pry for scandalous information she could share with her readers. Lin told Daveed to be polite, courteous, and above all, smile through the “little white lies” he would have to tell.

“Mr. Diggs, it’s unfortunate that the rest of the crew couldn’t make it,” she says, turning on her recorder and sliding it on the table that separated them, “but I’m glad you were able to come in despite the late notice.”

Daveed lets out a nervous chuckle when she ignores his gesture, his hand still awkwardly hovering between the two of them, and opts to bring out her notebook and pen from her purse instead. He was never the best with interviews, especially when he was by himself, dressed in clothes he couldn’t afford and sitting in a room that was too sophisticated for his tastes. He wished William and Jonathan were here – they understood his ineptness when it came to talking to new people and would definitely take over the interview. But since they couldn’t, he had to man up and promote the new album releasing in a week.

Nadeska sits, and Daveed follows suit, watching as she flips to a page full of questions that she’s prepared. Luckily, the first few questions were predictable –  how he adjusted to life after Hamilton, his role in Blackish, the release of the album, and the upcoming tour -  all he could answer easily and truthfully. But when she suddenly leans forward, a gleam in her eyes that screamed trouble, Daveed knew it was time to make use of Lin’s advice: smile through the little white lies. 

“So, clipping doesn’t exactly have the most innocent songs,” Nadeska hums, choosing her words carefully, “and some of them require a repeat listen. Your lyrics are curt but very complex, Mr. Diggs.  Mind if I throw a few lines at you to elaborate on? And if you could perhaps share what, or who,inspired you to write them?”

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Archie Andrews Imagine

“I Hate Parties”

Summary: Betty and Veronica were always dragging you out to parties, the only thing that makes this one any better is the arrival of the one and only Archie Andrews.

Word count: 3030

a/n: It’s way longer than I thought it was gonna be but what the heck. Sorry if it sucks but I suck so it’s appropriate.

Parties had never really been your thing. Like you liked going out sometimes, and every once in a while you would be in the mood to dance, but after a while it just felt boring. Every time you got ready on Friday nights with Betty and Veronica you would be excited; ‘This time will be different,’ you’d think to yourself. But time after time it would end up the same way with the same house of people dancing to the same music and playing the same game of beer pong. Tonight was no exception.

“Can we leave yet?” you yelled over the booming bass to B and V, trailing behind them.

Veronica turned her head to answer you, “Okay, we literally, and I mean literally, just walked in. You haven’t even had time to get bored yet!” She pushed through the crowd and led the trio to the bar in the corner of the room. “So,” she turned to you and Betty with 3 shot glasses, “shots anyone?”

You rolled your eyes and looked to Betty for a go/no-go. “I’m convinced that you have some sort of radar or sonar or something when it comes to finding alcohol” Betty joked back.

“It’s residual from my days in New York,” she said handing each of you a shot glass. “Gentlemen, to our wives and girlfriends,” she started the usual toast looking at the two of you expectantly. You turned you Betty and completed it simultaneously laughing, “May they never meet” and downed the shot, feeling the vodka burn all the way down your throat. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, yet another reason parties weren’t your favorite place, but being drunk was fun sometimes. Since it was the getting drunk that was the annoying part, you generally stuck to vodka. You preferred its nail polish remover taste that could get the job done faster to the slow-working, carbonated urine formally known as beer.

Just then, the music changed to “Cake by the Ocean” by DNCE, a song that was notoriously Betty’s jam. Her eyes widened and she jumped up in down in excitement. “We have to dance!” she squealed pulling your and Veronica’s wrists toward the dance floor.

“I think I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” you explained trying to get out of this inevitable public display of embarrassment.

“What, you don’t dance Chad Danforth?” Veronica teased in a very Veronica-esque way. Betty chimed in, “Because we all know how that ends, Chad dances with Ryan like the whole time”.

“It’s not that I’m too good to dance, it’s just I’m not drunk yet enough to dance”

That must have been an acceptable answer because Betty simply pointed at you and began to back away with Veronica in tow with a “Hey batter batter, hey batter batter, swang,” to which you yelled back over the growing crowd with your hands cupped around your mouth, “I’ve got to just do my thang!”

B and V faded behind an ocean of people and you were alone. Just you and the vodka. Speaking of the vodka…

You turned to the bar and poured yourself another shot and stuck your tongue out at the offensive taste. You poured some coke into a red solo cup and started to walk away then thought better. You turned around and poured some more vodka in with the coke. What? It was gonna be a long night.

You made your way through the room, deliberately avoiding the table with the jungle juice and found a dimly lit corner to lean in.

I wonder where Archie is right now? It’s not like he normally hangs out with us at parties anyway. Since they always happen after football games he usually hangs out with the rest of the team, but you were curious. You would never admit it to anyone, not even Betty or Veronica and especially not to Archie, but you’d had feelings for him for quite some time. There were times when you wanted to tell him about it, he was one of your friends after all, but you truly felt that he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t worth the risk.

“You like hanging out in dark corners, loner?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You could identify that voice anywhere: the one and only Archie Andrews.

“You like staring into dark corners, creeper?” you shot back.

Archie chuckled and approached with open arms for a friendly hug. “Hey y/n,”

“Hey Tom Brady, great game.” You pulled out from the hug but stayed standing close to him to be able to hear each other over the loud music.

He smiled, “It wasn’t exactly the Super Bowl, but thank you. So, what are you drinking?” He plucked the plastic cup out of your hand. “This isn’t the jungle juice, is it?” he questioned with a slightly alarmed but mostly joking tone. Reggie’s jungle juice was pretty famous, or more accurately infamous.

“God no,” you shook your head, “It’s just coke.”

“Good. Stay away from the jungle juice.” He took a sip and did a bit of a spit take into a nearby plant overdramatically. He looked at you with a faux-shocked expression. “Just coke, huh y/n?”

“Just coke as in mostly coke. As in there’s slightly more coke than vodka.”

“Alcohol’s illegal for people our age you know,” he warned just before he drank half of the cup’s contents.

You narrowed your eyes and leaned toward him as if trying to get a better look, “Why, you a cop?”

He glanced around, checking that the imaginary coast was clear before he leaned in. “You ever seen 21 Jump Street?”

“Ah,” you nodded.

“Yeah.” He said with a laugh, straightening his back and returned the cup to your hand. You thought his hand had lingered for a second touching yours; you were probably just imagining it. You had to be imagining it, but the moment was over before you could really be sure.

“Uh,” you tried to regain your composure. “Betty and Veronica were in the other room dancing the last time I saw them,” You offered figuring this had to be his destination. You were friends/friendly with him but they were all really close. The only reason you even knew Archie in the first place is because you had become good friends with the girls.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Okay.” He blinked at you and didn’t move. You tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to show itself. Maybe he was here for you. The electronic music blared on and you scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular in an attempt to make yourself busy, or at least make yourself look busy. The house was filled to the brim with a mix of people, some you knew, some you didn’t. People were singing and dancing and yelling and drinking and smoking and—okay, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Archie was still looking at you! You could feel his eyes on you from the side.

You glanced at him and couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh. He was just smiling down at you like a fool. “Is… is there something I can do for you Mr. Andrews?”

He smirked, keeping a laugh to himself, “No, it’s just,” he shook his head looking down at his feet. “Nah, never mind.”

“Oh, come on! What? Do I have something on my face? Is my hair messed up?” You ran your fingers through your hair trying to fix any possible issues.

“No, you look great. I was uh,” he looked back up at you. “It was just that you looked really cute.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked off to the rest of the party, the flashing lights washing his face with a blue and red light, hitting his cheekbones in just the right way to leave a shadow in the hollows of his cheeks. It wasn’t until that moment that you really noticed how close he was standing to you. He was at max 6 inches from you; he could lean forward the tiniest bit and kiss you (if he were so inclined). It all felt too good to be true. He had to be drunk or something.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“Just the sip of your ‘mostly coke’. Why?”

For some reason this answer bothered you more than if he had been drunk. The fact that he called you ‘cute’ while being almost completely sober was, as far as you could tell, reason for alarm. “Let’s go find some drinks.” Frankly, you needed another one.

You grabbed him by the wrist so you wouldn’t lose him in the crowd and began to push through the mess of sweaty bodies toward the familiar bar. You would have made it too, if it weren’t for the jungle juice. You were walking past the table with the punch bowl of the “juice” on it, the bar was in sight, when some random drunk guy with a cup full of, you guessed it, Reggie’s famous jungle juice rammed into you, spilling the entire contents of the cup all over your shirt. Your mouth hung open and the people around you all gasped.

Archie pushed between you and the guy, “Hey man, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” There was some real anger in his voice, and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty hot.

“Well why don’t you mind your own business?” the guy said getting right in Archie’s face. He opened his mouth to respond but before he could get anything out you put your hand on his shoulder from behind him.

“Archie?”

He looked down at you, clenching his jaw. “C’mon Arch, it’s not worth it.”

He looked back up at the guy for a moment then back down at you. The crowd that had gathered around you all waiting in anticipation for Archie’s response.

He nodded his head, “I know where the bathroom is,” the crowd of people returned to their former activities with sounds of general dismay that there hadn’t been a fight. “Let’s go see what the damage is.” He grabbed your hand in his and led you in the opposite direction as the bar, down a hallway, and into a bathroom.

It was pretty dark in the house so you couldn’t really see how badly it had spilled on your shirt yet. Archie closed the door behind you while you felt around on the wall for a light switch. You flipped on the switch and he immediately gasped sharply.

“Is it that bad?” you asked. You couldn’t being yourself to look in the mirror yet.

“No… I mean it’s…” He tried to think of some consolation to give, unsuccessfully. “Yeah, it is that bad.”

You hesitantly turned to face the mirror, squinting enough to delay the inevitable. Your eyes sprung open and you found that yes, it truly was that bad.

“Oh my god.”

“I told you.”

“This shirt ruined! How am I supposed to wear this for the rest of the night?”

“Well, you did say you wanted to find another drink. I guess it found you first,” You looked at him in the mirror and rolled your eyes. “And I did warn you to stay away from the jungle juice” he laughed getting a closer look at the stain.

You turned to him and sighed, “I have to go home. There’s no way I can walk around like this.” You still didn’t like parties, and this was no exception, but you were actually getting to hang out with Archie alone. This was just your luck.

“Take my shirt,” He blurted out, rather loudly.

“Take your shirt? Like the one you’re wearing right now? Arch as much as I’m sure that every girl at this party would love to see you walking around shirtless, neither of us are at that point of drunkenness yet.”

“It’s fine. Even if you’re got my jersey, I’ve still got my letterman,” he countered, already peeling off his jacket and throwing it on the floor. “It’s not like I’ll be completely shirtless.” You thought about this for a moment before hesitantly nodding your head in agreement. You really didn’t want this night to end just yet. Plus, shirtless Archie.

You took off your stained t-shirt and threw it in the trash, no stain remover was powerful enough to work on that jungle juice. You stood awkwardly in just your plain black bra. You definitely had cuter, but you hadn’t planned on anyone, especially not Archie, seeing you shirtless tonight. Archie pulled off his jersey leaving both of you half naked. And let me tell you he was built with a capital B. Just as he was handing you the jersey, the bathroom door flings open. It seems neither of you had remembered to lock it in the chaos of the dark.

Kevin Keller stumbled into the room, clearly at least a little bit intoxicated. It took him a second but when he finally realized what he had walked into, at least what it looked like he had walked into, his eyes widened dramatically taking in the scene. It was understandable. You were sure this looked a lot worse than it really was.

“Oops!” he exclaimed.

“Kevin, it’s really not what it looks like,” you tried to explain to him with your hands out in front of you as if trying to calm a wild animal.

“Don’t even worry about it you guys. Your secret’s safe with me,” he tried to wink at you but the alcohol in his system just turned it into a sloppy blink. This sentiment did nothing to ease your concern. Kevin was not the person people told secrets to. Kevin was the person people told when they wanted the whole town to know something.

Archie tried to stop him too, “No, Kevin man, it’s not like that. Her shirt just-“

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourselves to me. I always knew Archie - Y/n would happen. Don’t you worry about a thing. My lips are sealed.” He stumbled out of the bathroom and Archie quickly shut the door behind him, locking it this time.

You both stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

After about 30 seconds you asked already knowing the answer, “He’s definitely going to go tell Betty and Veronica about this, right?”

“I’m sure they already know.”

You nodded your head and took the jersey from his hand. He slung on the jacket and waited for you. You pulled his jersey over your head. It was big on you but not too big. It smelled like Archie. It felt right. He opened the door and you followed him out of the room, only for him to stop abruptly. You ran into him and then peered over his shoulder at what had stopped him. Who else but Cheryl Blossom joined by Josie at her side.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she said in her Cheryl way, her eyes scanning up and down. “The quarterback and the rando hooking up at a party together. How cliché. Doesn’t this feel like a bad 80’s rom-com?”

Josie joined in, “Who’s Molly Ringwald in this situation?”

“I’m like Breakfast Club Molly Ringwald and Y/n’s like Sixteen Candles Molly Ringwald. That makes Archie Jake Ryan!”

Neither of you had the patience to try and explain the situation to her. Archie grabbed your hand pulling you in the other direction down the hallway. “It’s been a pleasure as usual Cheryl,” he yelled behind him.

Over the blaring music, you could just make out her say “Or maybe she’s more Pretty in Pink Molly Ringwald…”

He pulled you through a different part if the house to a patio where a few random couples were making out. They were taking up all the seating and he scratched his head not knowing where to go.

“Why don’t we just sit in the grass?” you suggested. You walked over to a far part of the lawn that was dark but still lit by the moon. The music was muffled and distant, present enough that would could have private conversation, but still muted. He sat down crisscross applesauce style and you followed suit, chuckling to yourself. You both sat with your forearms resting on your knees, leaving only a couple of inches between each other.

“We’re finally alone.” He stated quietly, sounding satisfied. The moon lit up half of his face and his fiery locks glinted as he tilted his head.

“Yeah, that’s why I come to parties. To be alone. Just me and two-hundred of my closest friends.” You breathed sarcastically.

He grinned at your reply. He looked at you for a moment. Just really looked at you. He was really seeing you.

He looked away timidly, “You look good in my jersey you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” He nodded his head. You considered how to reply. “Well I guess I’m just gonna have to try out for the football team then.”

“Or,” He leaned in even closer, “alternatively,” his lips just centimeters from yours, “you could just…” He pressed his lips to yours, lightly but passionately, like it was something he’d been wanting to do for a long time. His lips were soft and it felt right, he felt right. It only lasted a couple of seconds but it felt like forever, in a good way. He pulled back and all you could both do was grin at each other.

All of a sudden, a mess of loud yelling coming from the house caught both of your attention. “Woo!!!” “Oh yeah!!!” “Get it!!!” “Hashtag Archie-Y/n!!!” Veronica and Betty were hanging out of a window calling out to the two of you. You looked up at the sky in embarrassment and Archie just shook his head at them, laughing. They pumped their fists and chanted “OTP, OTP, OTP…”

Archie stood up and put his hand out to pull you up, “Do you wanna go to Pop’s? Or anywhere that isn’t right here?” “Gladly,” you agreed, “I hate parties.”

The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Warning, this chapter contains strong sexual language, and is smut.  It contains fingering. 


I had never really felt something so disguised by love. A feeling that betrays my mind and feeds my body, and in return my heart becomes vulnerable. Lust. I had never really felt it once in my life, up until now. But I still don’t understand it. The very feeling of it, the desire that bubbles up in your stomach, clouds your judgement and erases any of your critical thinking skills.

Oh how he flooded me with this feeling, the dopamine he released within my brain, the endorphin’s that acted out of pure desire for pleasure, one that he could create and expect for me to return. I had always seen it as a sin, but he makes me see it as an addiction.

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The Lord of the Wedding Rings: The Return of the King - iguana’s 2017 HELLsinki Worlds recap

This is it guys, the last big competition before the Olympics. So much potential for great skates, great disasters and great distress; this competition did not fail to deliver. Nor did the announcers, who were screaming out names and scores as if it were a wrestling match. And it was, in one way or another. Albeit a sparklier one. For a brief couple of days, we thought Javier Fernandez was gonna win his 3rd consecutive World title and I almost had those memes ready but at the same time I knew coming from behind like a wrecking ball was Yuzuru Hanyu’s specialty. To nobody’s surprise Evgenia Medvedeva broke a record; to everyone’s surprise, she only broke it in the long program. Meanwhile, Wenjing Sui and Cong Han’s blues for koolk brought the pairs crown back to China and Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir purple rained on Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron’s parade. Let’s start the recap!

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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Baby Cakes

Originally posted by smooshywrites

repost ‘cause tumblr sucks (sometimes)

hi there! thanks a lot to anon who requested it. dear anon, you asked for reader having a mental breakdown but i just could’t write it this way so i changed a little bit, hope you like it anyway.
btw requests are open!

i know not everyone likes ff about topics like this one but y’all should give it a try

and i just wanted everyone to know that if there’s anyone who wants to talk or feels lonely or both, PLEASE DM me.

warning: suicide attempt

[Y/N] wasn’t okay. And she was completely helpless about it. She’s been lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling for 3 hours now. She didn’t even feel sad, more like empty inside.

Before that empty feeling started to eat her up she wasn’t only sad. Anger was present too.

The thing is, she’s always been a sensitive girl. She could pretend the rude comments would’t harm her but inside she knew she was hurt. She was good at not showing that though, always has been. It was the only thing she truly liked about herself. If somebody asked her she always had the same prepared answer. She would play dumb and say ‘Oh, what do I like about myself? I don’t know! I think I like my hair and long eyelashes!’ and then giggle, like a stupid school girl. It always worked, people were strangely satisfied with that answer, she never understood why and how.

[Y/N] jumped at the sound of her telephone’s ringing. It was probably her best friend Jerome. [Y/N] felt bad for not talking to him. [Y/N] wasn’t aware but the Ginger had some strong feelings for her. He would sometimes show it by little actions but [Y/N] was too blind to see it.

But really though, let’s be fucking realistic. She’s been planning to end her life for a few months now. She may be feeling bad now but when she’s dead she can’t feel bad. Jerome would find a girl good enough for him sooner or later and leave her like all of her friends did. She could’t blame them, she would avoid herself as much as she could, too.  There was the only way to do it.

Finally, she picked up the phone.

“Hello?” It was Jerome!

[Y/N] was kind of hoping she was right and that would be him, she wanted to say goodbye. Hear his voice one last time.

‘’Jerome..”

“Hiya Baby Cakes! Don’t cha been quiet with me lately? Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go wit–”

“I’m so sorry Jerome!” She cut him off with a loud sob which caught him off guard.

“Doll? Wha-what’s going on?” He sounded really concerned.

Jerome almost fell off the stairs he was standing on as he heard [Y/N]’s sobs getting louder. She just could’t stop herself! He was going to ask her to go with him on a romantic killing spree, it was supposed to be a great time for both of them, kinda like a date, and then he’d brought her to a nice quiet place to talk. He wanted to confess his feelings. He felt like she really deserved to know them.

The stairs he was standing on were a fire escape from a building near hers. He wanted to knock on her door as fast as he could if she accepted his offer.

“I’m being honest. I’ve never been more honest in my life. I really am sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. Thank you for everything. You took a good care of me, and none of this is your fault. I… I love you, Jerome, I really do. Have a nice life you deserve. Goodbye forever.” When those words left her mouth, she immediately hung up.

She could’t believe it. She confessed her love for him! She knew he would never feel the same way and she wanted to end this pain fast.

[Y/N] sprinted towards her bathroom grabbing a razor blade on her way.  A picture of Jerome was on the table. She took it too. She wanted his face to be the last thing she’s going to see.

After 3 minutes her bath was already filled with hot water. Enough for her to go in. She kept her clothes on.

[Y/N]’s head was the only thing that sticked out from water. Picture of handsome looking Jerome drifted as she stared at it. She remembered the day she took it. Jerome took her to the zoo. One of the nicest day of her life.

Now as she thought about it she didn’t want to kill herself anymore.

Too bad she already cut her veins.

Now it was only a matter of time.

‘Hey, at least the song I like is on’

The walls were thin and she could hear her neighbour’s radio playing her favourite song.

And then she heard screaming outside her apartment. Her door burst wide open.

‘’[Y/N]!” It was Jerome. Her Jerome.

And then everything went black. 



[Y/N] found herself slowly waking up in a very white room. Her eyes squeezed shut for a second, it was so bright there. Looked like some sort of hospital.

She felt somebody holding her right hand gently. It was Jerome. What a relief she felt. She was alive. With Jerome by her side.

He was asleep. He looked like an angel to her. That one piece of hair resting on his forehead.

She held his hand tighter, he felt it because he started to wake up. He looked so cute and innocent, she would gaze at him her whole life if she only could.

His eyes finally met hers.

“Don’t ever do this to me again. I mean it, Sweet Cheeks.” It was one of those rare moments when he was being very serious.

[Y/N] was so glad he was calm. She knew they’re going to talk about it later when she feels better.

“I’m sorry, J. I love you.”

Her Puddin’ could only chuckle at her funny expression.

“I love you too, Baby Cakes. Now let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

Don't touch

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin wrecks you for teasing him and touching his things. (Male!dom, vibrator, explicit language, dirty talk)
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Originally posted by mvssmedia

It was only about 9pm, but you had already become restless. Jimin said he would be home within the next hour, but you didn’t feel like waiting. An hour wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t teased you with those pictures and dirty text messages. “I’m so hard for you. I can’t wait til’ I get home so I can fuck you all night. Let me see you..” His words were simple and his messages short, but that didn’t lessen the effect they had on you. After a good half minute of you not replying, he sent a picture of himself, shirtless, sweaty, and hard, standing in the practice room mirror, an incentive for you to do the same. You could tell that it was a different room than the one he normally practiced in, the room that you always snuck off to during or after practices to make out or fondle each other in the short 10 minute breaks that he had. Promises were always made in that room, dirty promises of what would happen once you got home, and the thought of Jimin in his current state standing in the room filled with your dirty secrets, turned you on more than it probably should have.

You stripped yourself of all of your clothing except for your lingerie. It was the set that Jimin liked on you the most and you wanted to tease him a bit. You sat in front of your full length mirror with bent legs. That’s when you noticed the obvious wet patch in the center of your panties, clearly a darker shade of pink than the lightly tinted undergarments you were wearing. You decided to show it off to let him know just how horny you were. With both legs bent, you opened your legs, leaving one up and ran your free hand through your slightly messy hair, biting your lip seductively and looking in the mirror with innocent doe eyes. You knew the contrast would drive Jimin crazy, he loved when you acted innocent but he loved your slutty side even more and the combination was an instant turn on for him.

After taking multiple pictures from different angles, you chose the best one and wrote a caption. It said “look at what you do to me” and when you were finished adding filters and emojis, you sent the snapchat. You didn’t want your dirty pictures to stay on Jimin’s phone and accidentally be discovered if the boys were being nosy and looked over his shoulder, so you played it safe and only set the time for 3 seconds. Immediately a notification popped up on the screen that ~Jiminnie💕~ took a screenshot. You waited for his reply.

He sent you a selfie with the caption “I haven’t even done anything… Yet 😏”. You weren’t quite happy with stopping there so you decided to strip out of the lingerie and take a picture with your legs spread. Your face was cropped out so that he could only see you biting your lip, but he had a clear view of the rest of your exposed body, especially your glistening heat. No caption was needed and he replied almost immediately, but not without taking another screenshot. “Mmmm.. Make sure you save me some dessert” followed by another snap of him sticking his tongue out saying “I’m hungry 👅💦”. Just as you were about to reply to him, he snapped you again. “I almost got caught 😳” and his face mimicked the emoji as he looked away with a blush on his face. You giggled. “Make sure you hide that boner 🍆”. Soon after, he texted you that he had to go back to practicing and that he would be home in another 45 minutes. You didn’t want to rush him, but you needed him so bad. Even though it was probably the biggest thing on his mind at the moment, you still decided to remind him how horny you were and told him to practice well and hurry home.

So here you are, in your shared home, naked, horny, and lonely for a whole 45 minutes. What else were you going to do? At first you tried to preoccupy your mind by going on social media and listening to music, but that didn’t help. Mainly because the first song that came on was House of Cards and your tumblr feed was full of Jimin smuts and gifs of him being sexy or cute. Your core was throbbing and swollen, begging for attention, but you desperately wanted to wait for Jimin. 30 minutes, you thought running your hand through your hair.

Finally giving up, you opened tumblr again and clicked on one of the smuts. Although you were dating the actual Jimin, it was always interesting to see what fans thought he was like, especially in bed. Personally, you liked to read the kinkier smuts because they turned you on, but truthfully, you liked all of the stories. As you read, your hand skimmed down your body and you imagined Jimin touching you like he was in the story. When your fingers made contact with your wet heat, you whimpered, already so sensitive. Your hand moved as you followed along with the words, fingering yourself and moving based on what was written. You got lost in the feeling quickly and you didn’t even realize when you stopped reading, your hand taking over.

The sound of Jimin coming through the front door was drowned out by your own ragged breaths as you picked up speed, beginning to tremble at the stimulation. Upon hearing your moans and gasps, Jimin quickly put down his things, took off his shoes and hurried to the bedroom to find the door half open. He smirked at the sight of you, forehead glistening, fingers working feverishly at your clit, occasionally dipping into your entrance and coming out again, slick with your arousol. He was mesmerized by your beauty as he stood silently in the doorway, bulge ever prominent in his tight pants. When he snapped out of it, he walked towards the bed.

Still lost in your fantasy, you didn’t notice him until he was fairly close to you and his words cut through the thick air. “Let me help you with that.”

Your eyes shot open, but your hand never stopped, hitting your bundle of nerves in the right way, making you moan and throw you head back again. Jimin took advantage of this angle and attacked your neck with kisses, moving your hair out of the way as he sucked marks into your flesh. The pleasure ricocheted through your body, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Who told you you could play with my things?” He mumbled against your skin.

“I’m s-sorry… I.. couldn’t wait.” You managed to get out, slowing your hand as his lips found yours. He grabbed your hand, moving it and replacing it with his own. His fingers moved slowly as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth. You moaned on his lips when he added more pressure to your clit, his fingers running sensual circles around the bud.

Pulling away from you, he took off his shirt, coming back down to kiss your lips briefly before pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift movement. His already hard cock sprung free and stood tall against his stomach, the sight sending heat to your core. You licked your lips at the sight.

He leaned over you, arms caging your body, lips connecting and moving as one. Before you could process it, you were flipped on top of him, lips never leaving each other. You pulled away and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, darkened by lust.

“Sit on my face.” He softly commanded. You complied, but still questioned him. But then you understood where he was going and carefully turned around and backed up so that you were hovering over his mouth facing his feet. You and Jimin didn’t 69 often, but you always loved it when you did.

You gripped his member with a firm hold and pumped him a few times. A drop of precum leaked from the tip and you ran your tongue over his slit, tasting him. He let out a breath of relief and the hot air hit your wet core, causing you to shudder. You felt his arms wrap around your thighs and lock you in place, bringing you closer to his mouth. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to function properly when he started working on you, you took his length into your mouth and he gasped at the feeling. Bobbing your head a few times, you wiggled your ass over him, your clit begging for attention and you were sure you were dripping onto him.

Jimin wasted no time flattening his tongue against you, dragging it through your folds slowly, collecting your arousol on his tongue and flicking at your sensitive nub. Your thoughts were momentarily clouded by the pleasure until you felt Jimin throbbing in your mouth, waiting patiently for you to return the favor. You rolled your tongue around the head before dipping down to take more of him in your mouth. Trying not to focus on how fucking good his tongue felt on you, you gripped him at the base and began bobbing your head up and down on his length. A guttural moan escaped his lips as Jimin pulled you farther down to suck on your clit roughly. Your movements stuttered a bit before you forced yourself to continue to move. He then started shaking his head side to side against you and you had to pull away from him to whimper his name.

“J-Jimin ohhh, right there!” You sat up and let your hands work on him as your body was taken by the pleasure. Jimin’s tongue was always amazing but today was something else. You felt your body tightening up as your climax approached, legs trembling beneath you. Now you were unconsciously grinding on his face and spitting profanities into the air. Jimin hummed from under you and the vibrations went straight up your core. One of your hands let go of him to pinch at your nipples, adding to the sensations and bringing you closer to your end. You weren’t entirely sure if you were still pumping him but you could feel your hand squeezing him as you tried to regain some motor functions. Jimin’s tongue travelled up and down your slit, dipping in to tongue fuck you and then going back to licking and sucking.

You could feel it building up, but your orgasm still took you by surprise. You let go of Jimin entirely in favor of gripping his muscular thighs for support as your body shook on top of him. The unexpected snap in your core made you scream for Jimin as your back arched and white flashed behind your eyelids. You were unaware that you hadn’t been breathing until you took a deep breath and opened your eyes. Jimin didn’t stop his ministrations, however, wanting to drag out your high for as long as possible so when you began raising off of his face from the overstimulation, he gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you back down to his mouth making you squirm and cry out.
Your nails dug into his legs and you practically started hyperventilating on top of him, so he let go of you with one more kiss to your clit and let you roll off of him.

“Mmmmm, baby you taste good.” Jimin licked his lips to clean you off of them and you let out a dry laugh of disbelief that he just did that to you.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked him breathlessly, still shuddering from the sensitivity. He giggled and rolled to his side to put an arm over you.

“Punishment for being so impatient.” He said placing a kiss on your cheek. “But now you have to make it up to me.” This statement reminded you about his unattended boner that you abandoned in favor of your own orgasm and you suddenly felt bad.

“What were you thinking?” You asked slowly, although completely ready to please him however he wanted.

“I was thinking you play by my rules tonight since you like to break them so much.” He moved a piece of hair away from your face and smiled widely. “You seem to think its cute to send those dirty pictures to me when I’m at practice. Well I don’t appreciate it.”

“You asked for it. You said you wanted to see me so I showed you all of me.” You were staring at the ceiling, scared that if you looked into his eyes you would see the intensity and sheer darkness that possessed his gaze and you would be trapped, lured into him by lust. His hand moved up your torso to cup one of your breasts and a sigh escaped your lips. “You sent me pictures first anyway. How do you think your dirty messages made me feel?” You bit your lip, glancing over at him and getting immediately intimated by the passion in his eyes.

“Even so, I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” He gave your nipple a pinch to emphasize his words and you mewled, letting your body give in to him, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Stand up.

His voice came out low and dominant, telling you that this was a command and not a suggestion. He removed his arm and hand from your waist and you blinked at him before hesitantly standing at the side of the bed. You moved back so that he could see more of you and you tried to hide the shakiness and unsteadiness of your legs from both your previous orgasm and the excited anxiety building up in anticipation for his next words.

“Turn around.” He commanded as he soaked in your body, silently admiring your beauty. When you turned, your asscheeks jiggled a bit and you knew he would enjoy watching them bounce. “Touch your toes baby girl.” The words fell out of his mouth so smoothly you didn’t even comprehend his request at first. The use of your pet name told you just what kind of mood Jimin was in. You slowly bent over, slightly self conscious even though you have exposed yourself to him many, many times before. He sucked in through his teeth making a sharp noise. “So fucking pretty.”

The feeling of your juices dripping from you made you blush. You were always such a mess around Jimin and he knew it. He knew that only he could get you this worked up. You peeked through your legs and observed Jimin causally pumping himself, eyes glued on you and yours on him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and you knew he was restraining himself, forcing his hand not to go too fast so he wouldn’t cum all over himself right then and there. The bed behind you shifts after the moment of silence and soon your boyfriend is hovering over your bare bottom. You feel the heat radiating from him and unconsciously lean back towards him before he catches your ass in his palms, rubbing light circles in the skin.

“You’re so fucking wet right now baby girl, you should see yourself. You’re literally dripping.” He leaned over you so that he was closer to your ear and whispered, “Tell me, who made you this wet?”

“You did.” You reply in a meek voice.

“Speak up.” His voice was still smooth and seamless but it had a dangerous edge to it that made you shudder.

“You did Jimin.” You practically moaned his name.

His hand came down on your right ass cheek and the sting made you squeak, but his hand rubbed the sore spot tenderly and only made you want him more. He stood straight again and moved closer, his cock coming in contact with your folds. You whimpered as he moved ever so slightly behind you.

“But you see, I’m not convinced you want me anymore. You seemed to be doing just fine with your hand…” You knew what he wanted, so you decided to play his little game.

“I was thinking about you Jimin.” You tried to make your voice sound as innocent as possible and by the way his dick twitched along you, it affected him.

“Apparently not because you obviously forgot my one rule.” He stopped moving. He waited for a reply and you had to find your voice to recite it.

“Not to touch myself.” You huffed.

“That’s right. But since you touched yourself you must not want me to touch you.” He moved further away so that only his hands rested on your ass.

Your body was craving him and he was giving you nothing. He was so close that you could feel his heat, but he refused to give you friction. Your legs were beginning to shake from the position but you paid no attention to it, only hoping that he would be nice and give you what you both wanted. But he didn’t.

Jimin backed away from you altogether, undoubtedly with a sly grin playing on his lips. He clearly hadn’t had his fun yet and it was obvious that you wouldn’t be getting a break from the teasing anytime soon. You heard shuffling behind you but you didn’t dare to look at what Jimin was doing. You bit your lip in anticipation.

“Come here.” A command that pushed you into action immediately. You walked over to where he had positioned himself leaning against the headboard of the bed, hand near his painfully hard erection but never touching. “Sit on my lap, baby girl. I wanna talk to you.”

Your body reacted before your brain, quickly crawling onto the bed and moving to sit between his legs, the slight friction enough to make him sigh. You leaned back into him as his arms came around your waist to secure you in his hold. Lips moved onto your neck leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to that sweet spot behind your ear. The kisses weren’t gentle though. This was not soft, loving boyfriend Jimin, this was dominant, possessive, devilishly playful Jimin. Every action he took was purposeful and calculated, from the dark marks strategically placed on your neck to the contrast of his feather light touches teasing your lower lips and inner thighs.

After Jimin was satisfied with the blossoming flowers forming on your skin, he sucked lightly on your earlobe and spoke softly to you.

“Baby girl,” He started. “what do you want me to do to you?” His sudden question caught you off guard, but you were fully prepared to answer. He placed his fingers against your clit adding pressure, but he didn’t move.

“I want you to fuck me Jimin.” Plain and simple. Your hips moved slightly against his hand, hoping to get some sort of friction. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Me too, but now I have to punish you. You need to learn that there are consequences for breaking the rules.” You moved a little more against his hand, inadvertently grinding against his erection that was pressing against your ass and lower back. His other arm tightened around your waist, effectively restricting your movements, and you whimpered. His fingers slithered down to your wet entrance, pressing against you teasingly. “Do you want my fingers?”

“Yes.” Your voice was shaky and breathless already and Jimin just smirked, loving his effect on you. Two of his thick digits slid into you easily and you let out a loud moan.

Don’t move.

He commanded sharply as his fingers began moving inside of you. He started off with an agonizingly slow pace, reaching deeper into you with each push. You were breathing heavily and your heart felt like it would thump out of your chest, but you forced yourself not to move against him. Jimin’s free hand spread your legs farther apart and then moved up to grab at your breasts.

“Do you want me to go faster?” The teasing tone in his voice was killing you.

“Please..” You breathed and he complied, picking up the pace a little bit and going deeper. Jimin hit your g-spot almost immediately after and your head lolled back onto his shoulder as another moan escaped your lips. You whined his name as he abused the spot. His free hand left your breast and turned your head towards him. You opened your eyes enough to catch his gaze before his lips attached to yours and you groan against him.

His fingers were now moving rapidly inside of you and you began to forget everything. Your mind was consumed by the pleasure he was giving you and you became a moaning mess in his grip. A shock of pleasure ran up you as his fingers found your clit and moved expertly in time with his pumps, drawing more noises from your lips in between your pants. Unconsciously, your back started arching and your legs began to tremble. His command was soon forgotten as your hips moved on their own and rocked with him. It took a few moments for Jimin to notice, but when he felt you moving against him he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you and returned them to your waist, leaving you to sigh from the emptiness you felt.

“What were your instructions?” He growled and you whined when you remembered. “I told you not to move but you didn’t listen so I guess you want to do this the hard way.” He shook his head and sighed. His hand reached for something that was sitting next to him, something you hadn’t noticed before, and at the sight of the object you whimpered and begged.

“No, Jimin please!! I promise to be good, just please don’t use that.” He held a vibrator in your view and you wondered what he would do with it. Normally if he brought it out you were in for a long night of overstimulation and orgasm denial. It was your weakness and he knew it.

Jimin twisted the vibrator in his hand and inspected your body. You knew how much he loved playing with you, but you could tell that his patience was also running low. He was testing himself to see how long he would hold up and you knew he didn’t have much longer.

“Turn around, I want you to face me.” His words floated past your ear and you moved off of him to turn and straddle his hips. He gripped your ass and pulled you closer to his body so that you were against his throbbing cock and he bit his lip as he looked at you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you, hands tangling in his hair, hips grinding down onto his. His fingers pressed into your ass as he stilled you and pulled away, looking into your eyes with a deadly look. “Watch yourself.” He threatened.

“I can feel how bad you want to fuck me.” You whispered into his ear. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.” You nibbled on his neck, earning you a low groan from him. Leaning closer, your chest pressed into his so he could feel your nipples against his skin, hardening from his warmth. It was like he had a small break in sanity, allowing you to do whatever you pleased, exercising what little power you had in this moment to the fullest. This only lasted for a moment however, as Jimin snapped out of it and smacked your ass with some force.

“You’re pushing it.” He growled. “But you’re right, I do want to fuck you. But don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. You’re still being punished and I’m still in charge.”

You nodded excitedly in compliance and waited for Jimin to make the next move. He turned you back around and slid down the bed a little so that the both of you were laying down, propped up by pillows.

With his hands on your hips, he lifted you up slightly and told you to guide him to your entrance. The stretch of your walls felt even better due to your pending orgasm and you whimpered at the feeling of him easing inside you. When he bottomed out you both sighed in relief and stayed there for a moment, not daring to move. He picked up the vibrator again and leaned closer to your ear.

“Are you going to listen this time?” He asked and you nodded. “Good girl. Here are your instructions, stay quiet. You can breath, just don’t make any noises. I want to see how long you can handle it before you’re screaming my name.”

“Can I bounce on your dick?” You asked innocently.

“No, try not to move, although I doubt you’ll be able to keep still.” He said, a devilish smirk crossing his lips. The last thing he said was “Follow instructions.” And with that, he turned on the vibrator and pressed it to your clit.

The sudden stimulation caused you to jump a little and you almost moaned out loud, replacing the noise with a gasp. After a few seconds Jimin started moving inside of you slowly, releasing a groan of relief. The feeling of him filling you almost overrode the vibrations and you bite your lips hard to stop yourself from moaning his name. But his voice in your ear stole some of your focus.

“You like this don’t you baby girl? Me fucking you while using this vibrator turns you on doesn’t it? You’re getting wetter by the second.” His dirty talk wasn’t your favorite but it turned you on more then you’d like to admit. His pace picked up as he beckoned you for an answer. You nodded hard and tried to control your breathing as best as you could.

With the press of a button, the vibrations intensified and Jimin pressed it harder onto your clit making you want to scream. A squeaking noise came from the back of your throat but Jimin let it slide as you wiggled on top of him trying to reduce the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Heavy pants were now coming from both of you as you tightened around him, causing his pace to increase even more. He began moving the vibrator around your clit, adding friction and you sighed loudly, determined to follow his directions and keep quiet, but you were struggling. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping the bed sheets and your thighs were visibly shaking, all of your energy focused on not making a sound.

Jimin began to lose himself as he was also being dragged toward the edge and his moans got louder in your ear. He bent his legs to push farther into you and your toes curled as your hips took on a life of their own and started moving in sync with his. Your pants were louder and you didn’t know if you could hold in your noises much longer, but you bit your tongue and squeezed your eyes shut as a last ditch effort. Thankfully Jimin had just about lost his patience and given up, pumping himself deeper into you as he spoke, voice needy and breathless.

“I need to hear you, baby girl. Say my name.” He moaned in your ear. A loud moan broke through the room that was almost a scream. His name rolled off your lips when he hooked his arm around one of your thighs and brought it up to your chest, reaching deeper inside of you and hitting that spot that made you forget how to breath.

He pulled the vibrator away from you and threw it somewhere else on the bed bringing the now free hand around your waist. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and you knew what was coming next. He kissed the side of your neck briefly before moving his other arm to your waist and securing you to his body. Mid-inhale he snapped his hips up into you making the breath catch in your throat. You didn’t have much time for recovery because his pace picked up instantly and you were caught in his strangling hold around your middle. Short pants in between Jimin’s hard, rapid thrusts were all you could manage as you were bombarded with pleasure, teetering on the edge of release. You had no idea how many times you had said his name, but that was one of the only words that your brain could process so you used it like a prayer.

Fuck, Jimin~,” Your voice was shaking from the intensity of his hips slamming against your ass cheeks as he rammed into you. “I’m close.” The last part came out as a gasp as he hit that spot again and you felt your abdomen tightening up. But his pace slowed down slightly, just enough for him to be able to speak coherent words to you, his hot breath fanning against your neck.

“Not that easy baby girl, you gotta work for it. Ride me.” He helped sit you up on top of him and you automatically got to work, hips rotating on his before bouncing in his lap. Jimin let out a groan as he played with your ass that was out on display for him. Your legs felt weak and you started taking shallower bounces, unable to lift yourself up as high. Jimin’s hands found your hips again and he helped lift you up, bringing you up and down on his shaft as he panted and grunted beneath you. His hips met yours as the pace steadily increased, each thrust sucking him deeper into you cavern. Slapping noises filled the room mixing with your gasps and loud moans. Jimin was now moaning under you, voice getting higher as he started losing his rhythm.

Sitting up against your back, Jimin wrapped his arms around you. The intensity of his thrusts drove you closer to the edge and you felt how close you were, chasing after your high desperately while begging Jimin to help you get there.

Please Jimin, I’m so close!!” You whimpered as you reached a hand back to thread your fingers through his hair. He nibbled on the skin of your shoulder and neck, creating dark love marks that you knew would be there for days but you didn’t care. He breathed heavily on your skin, making you even hotter than you already were, his sweat mixing with yours where you were connected. He moved one hand off of your hip and reached around to pinch at your clit. You almost screamed at the sudden stimulation and Jimin groaned into your shoulder when you tightened around him. Your movements slowed temporarily and then picked up with renewed fervor as you felt your orgasm so close you could taste it.

The hand in Jimin’s hair tightened its grip and you pulled him closer as he kissed up and down your sensitive skin. You felt hot, burning like fire, so hot that you thought your back would meld together with Jimin’s front. You both fell into a rhythm of panting and grinding, moving as one entity, connected in more ways than one. The only thing you could focus on was Jimin. He clouded your thoughts, the feeling of his plump lips sucking on your skin, the stretch of your walls around his throbbing cock, the expertise of his fingers as he flicked at your clit, the sound of his low groans and pants in your ear as you tighten around him, everything.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you let out a deep groan as it pulsated through you. You came with a call of Jimin’s name, the word so beautiful as it rolled off your tongue.

AHHH JIMIN,” You shouted. “S-shit, I love you so much!!” Your words affected Jimin as your hips rolled erratically against his, your walls convulsing while you trembled on top of him. He rode out your high by chasing after his own. His hand moved back to your hips as he pulled you down on his shaft repeatedly, thrusting up to meet you with harsh slapping noises. Your wetness made him slip easily in and out of you, the sound of him entering your drenched hole pushing him closer to his peak. You moaned his name some more, partly because he felt sooo good inside of your sensitive walls, and partly because you knew it turned him on.

You could feel his muscles clench behind you, his defined abs coming out as he pressed against you. With a few more languid strokes he came inside you, his warmth filling you as he cursed and moaned your name, throwing his head back in pleasure. A sigh left your lips as he pumped slowly in and out of you, milking himself dry. When his hips stilled, you closed your eyes feeling exhaustion crawl through your body, overtaking your muscles. Jimin dropped his head into the crook of your neck while he caught his breath and you allowed your body to go limp in his hold.

“I love you too, (Y/n).” Jimin whispered as he kissed a hickey he’d made on your neck. There was a short pause of silence, your breaths finally slowing down to a normal rate. You shifted slightly.

“Yup, I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow.” You groaned and Jimin laughed.

He leaned back until his back hit the mattress and you found the energy to roll off of him, his soft length falling out of you. Jimin got up and retrieved a warm wet rag to clean you up with. After he took care of you he cleaned himself before throwing the rag into the laundry hamper and plopping down next to you again. He pulled you closer and you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away after a little while and rested his forehead against yours. You nuzzled noses with him and gave him another peck before cuddling into his chest and tracing a circle around one of his nipples with your finger.

“So how was practice?” Your voice sounded a little hoarse. Jimin sighed as he wrapped an arm around you. You kissed the mole at the base of his neck before he replied.

“It was a little bit more difficult today since I was trying to hide a boner for half of the time. I couldn’t really focus because all I could think about was being inside you.” You bit your lip.

“Well was it worth it?”

“Hell yeah.” You both chuckled. “I forgive you.” He said and you looked at him confused. “For touching yourself. Just next time, wait for me, kay?” There it was. He was back to being cutie Jimin with his adorable eye smile that you couldn’t resist and you couldn’t say no to that face. You nodded and kissed him again with heavy eyelids.

“Goodnight Jimin.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes and tucked your head into the space under his chin. He kissed your forehead and whispered a goodnight to you before turning off the light. You both fell asleep quickly and you dreamt of the morning you would have with Jimin when you woke up.

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A/N: Idk I wanted to try something different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I’m not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you guys enjoyed :)

Stupid (Yoongi/Reader Fluff)

Summary: It’s 2:45 am and Min Yoongi’s at your door. Stupid.

(( Note: Lol, hey guys… Guess who’s not dead. *Me (I think)* Sorry I went on hiatus out of nowhere :/ Can’t say that I’m back officially because like the last time I said that I was gone three months after (hehe). So I’m semi back I guess? I’ve been missing those active Tumblr days so much, I wish I can be on more, idk what will happen in the future but I’ll try my best to post more scenarios and just overall be more active :) HOPEFULLY SMH—Also I know nothing about piano/music writing, I apologize for any mistakes and please please listen to the song it’s really pretty ))


Literally, what the hell.”

You stared at your best friend, completely dumbfounded by the fact that you were even staring at him considering that it was pitch black and cold as shit out. In other words, it was 2:45 in the morning and no other than Min Yoongi was standing there right in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his large coat along with a fluffy scarf wrapped countless times around his head, hot air from his mouth puffing out into the frozen winter air. 

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NurseyWeek Prompt #3 - Challenge.


“Oh, it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.

“She shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,” he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.

“You know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”

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Dance Like We’re Making Love (NSFW 18+)


A/N:
I’m 100% blaming @minhosmeanhoe and @sarcasticallystilinski for this. Together, although unknowingly, the polluted my mind with dirty Dylan thoughts that forced me to write this in like an hour and a half. It’s sickeningly short, but it’s to the point. Also, I want to thank both of these lovely ladies for always being there to fill my mind with fantastic ideas. This did come about because of the new pics of Dylan that have recently surfaced. You can see them here. The song that goes along with this fic is “Dance Like We’re Making Love” by Ciara. Posting twice in one day is a rarity for me but I had to. i’ve also used this gif wayyyy too many times.

Warnings: SMUTTT; UNPROTECTED SEX; 

Word Count: 1554

Originally posted by hothothotgg

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Save Her

Originally posted by 0chlophobia


Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) cheering Hannah up when she needed a friend the most.

Word Count: 1.929

Posted: 07th of May 2017

A/N: Hey guys! I decided to write some Hannah imagines too. I never received any requests for her, so if you ever want to request, I am accepting them.
I hope that you enjoy this fic. Thank you so much for the love and the support that I am receiving from some of you, I appreciate everything! Honestly. Hope you keep on reading my fics and just request if you want some imagines. Thank you.

- G. x


“Hey Hannah, are you fine?” You worriedly asked her as you noticed that she was crying when she got out of Mr. Porter’s office. You carefully threw the pen on the desk and wrapped your arms around your friend’s body, trying to cheer her up.

It happened that you were in the department’s office as the secretary called you to sign some papers for the administration before going home.

“I’m fine, (Y/N).” She answered as she tried to dry her eyes, but too late because you already saw that she was going through something bad. “Don’t worry.” You broke the hug and you gathered the papers that you had to sign. You observed Hannah and she had dark eyes and a soulless body. It seemed like she was about to give up on her life.

“Nope,” You shook your head as you signed the papers as fast as you could. “we’re going to Monet’s and have a cup of hot chocolate.”

“I’m fine, really.” She flashed you a broken smile and you knew that she felt better, because finally someone stopped her and cared. You knew Hannah and she would never bother people to ask for help.

“No way!” You insisted and you thanked the secretary when you finished what you had to do. “You need to tell me some things and you pour your heart out, because you should let everything out.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully smiled at you and you gathered your backpack that has been thrown on the floor before signing the papers.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed her hand and you excitedly led her out of the office. She laughed at you because of your actions, she appreciated how excited you were because no one ever showed her their excitement whenever they would go out with Hannah. You knew that she needed someone beside her, someone who would give her some attention.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Your friend Zach greeted you as he met you in the middle of the hallway and you smiled at him. “Want to join us at Jessica’s house?” You looked at Alex, Justin and Montgomery, who were standing behind him.

“Sorry, I need to go somewhere with Hannah, maybe next time.” You answered as you chose to help Hannah, instead of hanging out with your close friends. You wanted to make some differences and to help someone who was really in need.

“Go with them, they need you more than I do.” Hannah let your hand go, whilst you shook your head. “Go on.” She uncomfortably looked at your friends and they somehow felt disgusting for what they have done in the past.

“I have priorities here, Hannah,” You smiled at her and declined your friends’ request. You gave a meaningful stare to your friends as some of them had issues with Hannah and they just nodded as they understood what you meant. “and, this time, you are that priority.” You looked at her and she flashed you a wide smile, a true and sincere one.

Hannah has been bullied by some of your friends and you have always despised them because of that. They ruined her reputation and you were trying to fix her once again, trying to help her to find the Hannah she lost few months ago.

“Have fun!” Alex happily said as he knew what you were trying to do. Alex was one of the reasons why Hannah got bullied by some students at school and you hated him for touching Bryce’s list to make Jessica jealous. You hated him, but you knew that he was already feeling sorry about it, so you remained friends.

“Thanks, Alex! See you around.” You smiled at them and you started to walk to the parking lot. You led Hannah to your car and you drove to Monet’s.

You hinted that Hannah was happy to be with you that moment. You noticed her singing softly to some songs that have been played in your car and she would even dance sometimes. Her mood was surely different from her mood in the office before.

“Two cups of hot chocolate.” Skye, a waiter and a student at Liberty High, declared as she carried a tray with two mugs on it. She put the blue mugs on the table and she wished you a good day.

“Thank you, Skye!” You sweetly thanked her and she smiled back at you, relaxing her shoulders a little bit. She started to go back to the counter and you glanced at Hannah.

“Why are you so nice to people, (Y/N)?” Hannah curiously questioned as she took a sip from her mug.

“Well,” You put the mug back on the table as you started to answer Hannah’s perplexities. “I never know what’s going on in other people’s life, Hannah. You should always be nice, because you don’t know what could happen to them or what’s going on with them.”

“Then why your friends never bothered themselves to be nice, not even for once.” Hannah asked as she was referring to your friends’ chaos. You remembered how Hannah spent her time with some of your friends before, but she just ended up crying. All she wanted was to have some friends.

“I don’t know, Hannah. I know them for many years now and they are goofballs and assholes,” You sadly shook your head as you said the truth. “but I really don’t know why they threw their hearts away and be that cruel to you, I don’t know why things happened one thing above the other. The only thing that I know is that I’ve always been here beside you and I will always be here to cheer you up, to stand up for you.”

“(Y/N), everything is just so hard.” Hannah bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She thought of the events that happened to her, the days when she felt pity for herself. “I feel empty inside.”

“It is Hannah, I can imagine how hard it was. Unluckily, people mess things up and they barely use their brains to think.” You seriously said and you took the cup to sip from your mug. “I can’t undo the past, but you can always talk about it. I will always listen to you and I will never get tired.”

“I am afraid to bother people.” Hannah said. “People don’t trust me anymore, I would get those dirty looks and those meaningful judging looks from the people around me.” Her tears started to roll down her face.

“People suck.” You sincerely said and Hannah smiled at you. She let her tears stream down her face and she took a sip from her mug. “And you know that I will never judge you, I never did.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully said as she looked into your eyes. She found a friend when she needed one the most and you were so happy that you helped someone. Maybe this is one of the steps how to save a life.

“You don’t have to thank me, Hannah. You shouldn’t feel that you are bothering people when you need help, don’t be afraid to seek for some help.” You told her, hoping that she kept it as some good advices. “So, what are you keeping in your heart? What are your problems, maybe we can solve them, together?”

“Uhm…” Hannah bit her lip and she wiped her tears away, drying her red cheeks.

“Whenever you want, okay? Whenever you feel comfortable on telling me.” You caressed her hand in a friendly way. You wanted to make her feel safe and protected.

“No, it’s not that.” She shook her head. “It’s that I want to have a new start, I want to leave my problems in the past. I know that I can trust you and I will always do.” She positively said. Having you beside her motivated Hannah to begin her life once again, to start a new journey, to see things in a positive way.

“That’s the spirit, girl!” You cheered her and she laughed loudly, finally forgetting of the difficulties and the weight in her chest before. “You don’t work tonight, right?”

“Right!” She answered you with a wide smile, her eyes shining and emanating happiness. “What do you have in store?”

“I am thinking of a movie at Crestmont Theatre right now. I heard from Clay that there’s a cool movie about amazing things tonight.” You suggested excitedly.

“Sure, that’s a nice idea.” She nodded her head enthusiastically and you smiled at her. She seemed a little child, excited for Disneyland. “But before that, can we go to my house? I need to change.”

“Yes, of course.” You smiled at her as you both finished your hot chocolates. You both laughed when you had a simple stare. You both felt great and relieved, mostly Hannah. She found someone who really appreciated her presence and a friend.

Once Hannah opened her bedroom door for you, you already felt welcomed in her personal space. You started to wander around Hannah’s room when she entered her bathroom, preparing for your friendly date together.

Her room was clean and rose-scented. The walls were full of posters and pictures and her school desk was clean too, no messy stuffs around. Everything was on their place and the bed was perfectly made too.

“Hannah?” You called for her attention when she got out of the bathroom. You noticed somethings on her desk that amazed you and you were so curious to know what they were all about.

“Yes?” She stopped in front of the desk, putting her eyes on the things that you found on her desk.

“Why are these tapes here?” You grabbed one and you admired it while holding it in your hand. The tape had a cover with some cute drawings on it and there was a number three drawn with a blue nail polish on one side of the tape. “Is it a project?”

“Oh, no.” Hannah smiled widely. “I recorded them just for something.”

“Can I listen to them?” You shook the tape as you were so astonished that someone still used these stuffs. “How many are there?” You put the tape back on her desk carefully.

“No! It’s not that important.” Hannah protested and she took the blue and black shoe box on her desk. She looked at it for a while before she threw it in one of her desk drawers, together with the tape you were admiring before. “There were six tapes in that box with twelve sides, but I might break them because I don’t need them anymore.”

You looked at Hannah and she had a great big smile on her face. She felt good and wanted during that moment, because she finally found someone who could help her, someone who never judged her, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for her.

“I don’t need them anymore, now that I have my friend with me.” She winked at you and you both laughed, although you didn’t know to what she was really referring with those tapes.

“Always.” You gave her one true smile and she ran to you to give you a tight hug. You hugged her back and you felt nice that you helped her in a copacetic way.

“Thank you.” Hannah mumbled as she rested her chin on your shoulder, lingering the feeling of having a friend with her. You couldn’t understand for what exactly she was thanking you for but you assume that it was for helping her earlier. “You saved me today.”


anonymous asked:

Kim falls asleep on Trini. Trini is a useless gay and afraid to move lest she wake up Kim. Ensue the teasing from the boys.

Combining this with:

One of them fell asleep in the pit so they get a rude (or sweet) wake up call (via anonymous)


“There’s no way that you’re comfortable right now.” 

“I’m comfortable.”

“You sure?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“Because you don’t really look all that comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable.”

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