it makes me hungry just seeing it

I told a potential my fee & he laughed !!!!!

LI-TER-FUCKIN-LY ! Y’all this man responded, “Lol”.

Now, this is where a lot of sugar babies make an mistake. They allow this mans mockery of how much it cost to support their needs/wants sting, they allow themselves to become vulnerable to manipulative and cheap men

I simply explained to him in the most polite and bitchy tone ever (because ladies sometimes sugar may just in look like salt), “The outfits that you so politely complimented and admired, the makeup, the hair, nails, smooth legs, they all cost. So to maintain your desired image and my lifestyle that you wish to be included in (since you messaged me) you have to support me. In exchange for your support, I shower you in attention, affection, make men envious of you, and offer you an introduction to a diverse culture. I thought that was the kind of man you were, and the interest you had in mind. However I apologize that you cant afford me and my lifestyle and I wish you the best of luck!

See what I did there, “your desired image, make men envious of you, thought that was the kind of man you were, you cant afford me”. Subliminally bruising his ego. Sooo just to try and prove how much of a man he is, now he’ll be competitive, hungry to try prove me wrong. Which he was and immediately he began to retract his statement, and accept my offers. :) people just really want what they cant have…well cant afford.

& since he was acting all funny I will neeed my cash in hand before anythannnng.

This, ladies, is why you shouldn’t lowball yourselves

Touch Yourself (Wonho x Reader)

Request: “Hiiiii could I request a Wonho smut where wake him up in the middle of the night because you’re horny. Thank youuu – anon”

Admin: Candi
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Wonho, female
Genre/warning(s):  smut, masturbation, thigh riding, dom Wonho, slight violence
Words: 1.1k

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Thighs - Jeff Atkins smut

Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out.  I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to her for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader

Warnings : Oral sex

Words count : 1,428

A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.

Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.

I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.

Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.

“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.

“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.

“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”

Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”

I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months  and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.

His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.

“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.

“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.

He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.

“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.

“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly  being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.

Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.

My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.

“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.

My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.

“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.

He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.

“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.

“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made my laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.

6

“I am a human too!”

i look in the mirror, bags under my eyes, my hair up in a messy bun. heavy sadness in my eyes. baggy clothes. i just don’t care what i look like, i don’t care about anything

“you need to eat, you’re loosing weight like crazy.” yeah except i’m not hungry at all. i feel sick all the time. so i just keep drinking my powerade.

my eyes are bloodshot from crying for hours. my mom lays there with me and let’s me cry and tries to comfort me. the headaches always there.

i try to talk to new guys but nobody makes me feel anything. all i see is him when i close my eyes. i can’t escape him.

i go into my room and open the box with the note he wrote. “i’ll always love you.” i’m filled with anger as i throw things against the wall in a rage. just being in this room feels like the ghost of him is still here. how can someone love you so much, then they just don’t anymore?

i just want to sleep but i can never stay asleep. i wake up at 230 everyday and can never go back to bed. i’m so tired. my mind and body. is this what it feels like to die? because that’s what this feels like. it’s so much effort to make it through the damn day.

tick
tick
tick

waiting for time to go by because that’s what heals you right? so i wait and i wait. then i realize i have been staring at the wall for 20 minutes. how did i not notice?

“come out with us it will be fun!” i don’t want to go, i have to make myself. i don’t even know what fun is anymore. but i try, i plaster on the fake fun. because nobody wants to see the sad girl who can’t get over the guy who left her suddenly. so i pretend. but i feel like i’m suffocating the whole time. it’s exhausting to pretend.

when people talk about love, they never mention this part. it amazes me how one single person can destroy you and strip away everything that you are. i think of the girl i used to be. i want so badly to get back there. i worry that i’ll never be her again. and deep down i know that i won’t be. i know that i’ll survive, i’ve seen it in many others. it just nearly kills you in the process.

—  Chapters from my life
I’m Your Flirt

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: Hey! Do you think you could do something along the lines, where the reader is in the hospital because she had an accident and dean is her nurse and the reader is flirting a lot with him and they fall in love?

Pairing: Nurse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,500ish

Warnings: language, injury

A/N: I like this happy, cute, ray of sunshine Dean…


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Let Me Make You Feel Good (Joker x Reader)

So this one is a request from the lovely @markipliervsdarkiplier 

Request: “Hello, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write an imagine with an awkward girl working for the joker as his maid and he takes a liking to her and shows it but she’s very shy and awkward, I don’t mind smut if you’ll write it:)” 

I did my very best with it and I hope you guys like it. This is the first time I’ve really written smut so I really hope it’s good, if not then feel free to send me some advice and pointers! Sorry this one is a little longer than usual but once again, hope you guys like it! And just letting y’all know, requests are ALWAYS open so if you have any ideas or anything just let me know! 

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This job was not the one you had in mind when asking around for jobs. Somehow a friend had landed you a job with one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham City. The Joker. Well known for his extravagant clubs, bank robbing, and his low profile business he ran. He was not one you wanted on your bad side. Although he terrified you to the bone the pay was good and he had never done anything to you. He helped you get by and that’s all you needed from a job. You were a maid or even a personal assistant of sorts. You essentially took care of his house, cleaned, cooked, did laundry, etc and basically did everything he asked you to and in return you complied to your silent agreement of never asking questions. This was not the scene you belonged in. You were rather innocent you supposed, never really dated, never gone out to a club except for when Joker needed you to, always preferred to just stay home and do nothing. The two of you were complete polar opposites.

“Y/N I need you to do something for me,” he spoke in a low voice.

“Anything Sir,” you immediately answered. It wasn’t as if you could say no, that would be a one-way ticket to a bullet hole through your skull.

He looked you up and down and handed you a dress. You lifted it and realized that there wasn’t much dress to it, more of like a long t-shirt of sorts. It was gold and sparkly, strapless, a beautiful dress if it were longer maybe.

“Go put this on. I’ve got something a bit more special for you to do tonight,” he spoke with a sinister look on his face.

“Oh sir, I don’t think this would look very good on me. Maybe I can just wear what I’m wearing?” You never begged but this was one of those moments where you deemed it necessary. You wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that. It’s just not you. You were comfortable in your skinny jeans and slightly revealing t-shirt. He shook his head and showed you his signature flashy grin.

“Oh hunny I wasn’t asking. Go put it on. Now,” he demanded.

“Well I just don’t think it suits me is there-”

“No Y/N there isn’t anyone else to do it. Go put it on before I lose my patience,” he interrupted. You nodded and moved to the back room to switch out of your clothes into this all too short dress. Once you had stepped into the tight dress you made your way back into his office.

“Alright sir. Can I ask why I’m wearing this?” you inquired.

“Ah yes. You see tonight I need you to come to the club with and help me with a certain problem I have,” he purred. You had only ever been to his club once or twice as it wasn’t really where he needed you. “There’s going to be a man there tonight and what I need you to do is to wear that dress, seduce the bastard and then bring him up to me.”

“Oh no sir I’m no good at that. I can organize papers or I can stay here for the night? I could clean up or maybe go pick something up for you? I’m not good at this. I can’t talk to men. I’m really sorry,” you babbled. He rolled his eyes and looked back at you.

“Do you really think I’m asking doll? Now come with me. You may be one of the best maids I’ve ever had but don’t think for one second that you aren’t replaceable,” he said with impatience. You were shaking, you hadn’t been this nervous in a while. You stared at your hands and shook your head.

“I don’t think I can do this…” Your voice was practically inaudible but somehow he had heard.

“Jesus Christ Y/N what is wrong with you? It’s not hard. Why are you being so difficult?” His voice was starting to get a little louder with each word.

“Well just this dress makes me look ginormous and I’ve never really talked to a guy very much other than well… you. I don’t have the confidence or the swag to convince a man to follow me. I’m just not that girl. He’d take one look at me and leave the damn club.” The words came out of your mouth faster than you had anticipated and by the time you were done he was staring at you in complete disbelief. He stalked towards you and you instinctively back away before colliding with the wall behind you. He had gotten so close that he now had you trapped between him and the wall.

“Y/N. You can’t be fucking serious right now. You look incredibly sexy and you’re a very attractive girl. Surely there are plenty of men itching for you out there,” he spoke quietly. “And lord knows I’d like to know what you can do with that sexy little body there baby doll.” You closed your eyes and looked down to focus on your feet. He tilted your chin up so you could look directly into his stormy blue eyes. “Mmm so how many men have gotten to see this beautiful body put to work hm? Five? Eight? Three?” He looked at you with a tilted head waiting for your response. After an awkward silence he finally understood what your silence meant. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” You nodded, absolutely itching to get out of this awkward conversation.

“Yes okay? I’m a virgin alright? The only thing I have ever done is kiss a guy and it was a mistake. I don’t have the balls to talk to that man. I can’t do it J.” He just stared at you, temporarily shocked at your sudden revelation. “Can I please go now? I would really like to just stay at home and take a bath or read a book. I’m barely cut out for this life J. I’m good at cooking and cleaning that’s about it. Please just let me stay,” you begged.

“We’re not going out tonight Y/N. You and me are going to have a night in to ourselves,” he said pushing himself completely against you. You had never said anything but you found this man sickeningly attractive. You knew the things he did, you knew how crazy he was but it didn’t matter to you. Not one bit. “You, my sweet little innocent Y/N, are one of the most exquisite creatures I have ever seen walk this earth, and I am going to show you just how you affect me.” His voice was low and predatory, almost as if you were an innocent gazelle at a watering hole and he was the hungry lion waiting for his prey.

“How about I make you something to eat and then I’ll just see you when you get back from the club?I’ll do some cleaning and whatnot?” You could sense just how nervous you were about this situation, you never really knew how to react to this powerful man before you, especially when he’s proclaiming his desire for you.

“Oh but see why would I want that when I can have you instead?” He tilted his head in an innocent manner as if what he said hadn’t affected you to the bone. You cheeks flushed a bright red and it elicited a wide grin from him. His hand brushed the side of your arm causing goosebumps to form on your soft skin. Just this simple contact made your head fall back slightly and your eyes flutter close. His hand traveled from your arms to lightly caress your ass and give a gentle squeeze. A small whimper fell from your parted lips. “Mmm does my little baby girl like that? Tell daddy how much you like when he touches you,” he urged.

“I like when daddy touches me.” You slightly nodded and leaned into him. This is so wrong, he’s my boss, what am I doing? You thought to yourself. He grabbed your ass a little harder this time drawing a soft moan from your full lips.

“My beautiful little flower, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you,” he purred in your ear. Realization sunk in of what was really happening. The Joker wants to take your virginity you thought to yourself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to get ahead of myself like that. I’ll go get your laundry folded and a shirt ironed for tonight,” you rambled as you backed away from him. He leaned his head back as he dramatically rolled his eyes. You attempted to scurry away from the awkward encounter before he firmly grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him leaving little to no space.

“Princess what’s wrong? Don’t be scared baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel real good,” he whispered in your ear. His words sent a tremble through your body. This was a bad idea and you knew it but there was something so irresistible about him. “Just let go of everything baby. Relax and enjoy doll.” Deep down you knew he was right. You had spent all your life sheltered and innocent, away from the real world so now was times to let go of all that. This was a new life and it only made to bring along a new you.

“I’m nervous…” you muttered as you twiddled your thumbs. He lifted your chin so he could look at you in your Y/E eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a soft warm kiss to your lips. He pulled back to look at for reassurance. You nodded slightly and felt his lips crash against yours softly but slowly increasing pressure. His hands explored our body as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You moaned into his mouth as his hand reached your  breast. This was so foreign to you, you couldn’t help but tense as his hand slid down to your clothed centre. He sensed your nerves and pulled you in to his chest.

“Relax doll, it’ll be okay,” he murmured. This was the kindest you had ever seen him and you didn’t know what to think.”Let me make you feel good baby girl. Let daddy take care of you,” he said quietly. You nodded, giving him the go ahead to proceed. His hand made it’s way back down and started to apply slight pressure to your clit. It wasn’t like anything you had ever felt. It was amazing. Your eyes fluttered closed and he took this as a go ahead to reach inside your leggings and touch you more personally. The pit growing in your stomach made this all too real, it made you realize that all these years you had been missing out on these wonderful feelings. “Mmm you like that baby?” He didn’t have to ask, he knew by the look of sheer pleasure on your face. Little did you know, this was just the beginning.

He could feel your wetness through your thin panties and pushed them aside as he slid a single finger in your dripping core. You let out a quiet yelp at this foreign feeling. It was odd, but it was good, so, so good. He purred in your ear. He loved knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. He could barely hide his growing erection through his grey sweat pants. Your eyes widened as you looked down, noticing his erection through his pants. He was pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, curling his finger to hit your most sensitive area. You let out a louder moan than you had intended but the feeling of him was out of this world and this was only with his hands.

He pulled your hand and placed it over his hard cock, urging you to touch him. He guided your hand to lightly grip his length, your hand on him making him let out a loud groan.

“Baby do you want to do daddy a favor? You’ll like it doll, I promise,” he said to you. You nodded and he urged you on to your knees in front of him. “Alright princess. I want you to pull down my pants and boxers,” he encouraged, “that’s it princess, just like that baby. Alright baby girl, I want you to lick it a little bit,” he instructed. You gave the tip of his hard cock a small kitten lick, getting a taste for the new experience. He threw his head back and basically growled. “Mmm alright, now take a little bit in that pretty little mouth of yours.” You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. There was something strangely erotic about doing this for him, letting him control you. You could tell he was trying to go slow and gentle but it was proving to be very difficult. “More baby, take more,” he said through gritted teeth. You started to go down on his hard cock, taking him as far as you could without gagging. “Oh fuck baby girl, make daddy feel good.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you up and down his hard member.

You realized that at this moment you didn’t need to be scared of him. Yea, you were his maid and he had never hurt you before but this was so incredibly personal and he wanted to make it as special as he could. He started to pick up the pace making his cock hit the back of your throat. The feeling was uncomfortable as he was hitting the back of your throat. You gurgled and tapped his thighs hoping he would take the hint and stop assaulting your throat.

“I’m sorry baby, follow me,” he said to you as he took your hand. He grabbed your hand and kicked open the door to his lavish bedroom. Your face flushed at the realization of everything that was happening. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he instructed. You sat down on the comfortable bed and scooted to the edge, waiting for his next move. He slowly stalked towards you, a dangerously erotic look in his crystal blue eyes.

Once he reached you he kneeled down in front of you, sliding down your pants and panties with him. No one had ever seen you like this so the thought of what was about to happen scared you. You had never seen anything like this. Of course your old friends had mentioned it and had talked about their exciting sex lives, but you had never gotten to anything even close to this.

He leaned forward and reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. He took your hardened nipple in his warm mouth, swirling his tongue, igniting your sensitive bud. He moved on to the next one before planting wet kisses down your stomach and then reaching his final destination. You took a deep breath in, trying to relax a little bit.

He flicked his tongue on your clit and it sent a shiver down your spine. He thrived off your reaction to him and proceeded to assault your clit with his tongue, licking and sucking the sensitive nub. You could feel pressure building in you as if you were about to explode. You couldn’t control your screams and moans of pleasure and he loved it.

“Oh god, daddy please!” you begged. He let out an animalistic growl at the use of his nickname which only encouraged him to make you cum quicker. He plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy and it immediately sent you over the edge. The way his tongue felt on your clit, the way his fingers curled to give you the best experience possible, the feeling was out of this world.

“God princess, you taste so good holy fuck. Daddy was hungry,” he said with a wink. You looked down and noticed how painfully hard he was and you felt bad. You wanted to please him as much as he had pleased you.

“Fuck me.” Those two words changed everything. He stood up and lined his hard cock up at your entrance. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You heart rate was up by a million but it could also be the amazing orgasm you had just experienced. You were definitely nervous but you knew you were in the right hands.

Without another word he stretched your pussy, going slow and making sure not to hurt you. He let out a loud moan at the feel of your tight walls around him. It hurt. God it hurt so much, you had never had anything like this before. You winced and gritted your teeth together to distract you from the sensation down below. He stayed still for a moment reveling in the feel of your pussy.

“Can I move darling? This is killing me,” he said huskily. You nodded and scrunched your eyes together. He noticed your uncomfort and placed a sloppy wet kiss on your forehead and interlocked your fingers with his. He pulled out before pushing back in again, his cock hitting you in places you didn’t even know existed. A few minutes of slight pain and discomfort then turned in to immense pleasure as he pounded your tight pussy and rubbed your clit. The all too familiar burn in your stomach returned and you knew that you were close to cumming again.

“Oh god yes please keep going, I’m so close,” you begged. He grinned showing his silver teeth, the sinister look turning you on even more than before.

“Daddy’s making you feel so good right princess? Gonna cum for daddy?” Everything that came out of this man’s mouth just brought you closer and closer to the release you needed. His laboured breath and powerful thrusts proved to you that he was close too. He exhaled heavily with every thrust. You were so overwhelmed with sensation that the only way you could think to release that tension was to drag your nails down his firm muscled back, this only drove him crazier than before causing him to thrust deep with every stroke.

“I’m so close, oh god yes. Please i need you so bad,” you pleaded.

“Me too baby, make daddy cum princess.” His words finally pushed you over the edge, releasing all the tension in your body. You cummed with a scream and your pussy clenched around his hard cock. The clenching of your pussy made him fall right off the edge with you as his cum sent hot spurts of cum into your pussy.

He collapsed on top of you in relief and exhaustion, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

“So? How was that doll?” His grin proved that he already knew the answer to that question.

“It was good. Yea. Really good,” you admitted. You finally realized that you were fully naked in his bed and immediately shot up to gather your clothes. “Thank you Mr. J, I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow. What would you like for breakfast?” He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you close to him.

“All work no play kitten? You’re not going anywhere baby doll,” he said as he pulled you on to the bed with him. “Also, I would like pancakes tomorrow morning doll.”

The night ended with you falling asleep in his arms having sweet dreams about silly nothings and his beautiful face.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Spider-Man's metabolism is extra fast? What do people think of him always being hungry if so? And is it compounded by him being a teenager? Is he scared he won't grow because he can never get enough nutrition? Ton of questions, I'm sorry... but I wonder about whether the poor kid ever gets enough to eat 'cause heaven knows it never seems like the teenage boys I know do and it makes me concerned/curious (concernioused?) for what it'd be like for one with an extra fast metabolism.

Anon, I know this has been in my inbox for an eternity, (sorry) 

Peter is always worried about gaining and keeping his weight on, always. Peter will probably never stop worrying. 

  • Peter was already a skinny guy when he got bitten. And as a kid that was asthmatic, pron-to illness, and never really liked sports, Peter hadn’t expected to bulk up at all. 
  • But once he became a web-slinging hero he had to really watch his food intake. (and not in the way a normal teenage boy might have too) 
  • Peter noticed two things right off the bat- 
  1. He was always hungry, always. No matter how much Peter ate he somehow always felt like he had room for more. 
  2. If he didn’t eat to replace all the calories he burned on patrols he would lose weight fast. Like unhealthily fast. 
  • Peter kind of figures that having an extra fast metabolism and a healing factor was worth the vicious animal that was now his stomach. But the teenager would be lying if he said it didn’t make him nervous. 
  • And it worried him for a couple reasons-
  1. The main thing that troubled Peter was the fact that Aunt May and he just didn’t have enough income to support his stomach, and Peter didn’t know what else to do about that other than getting a job and eating less.
  2. Peter also worried about how the lack of food must be affecting his body (if his obvious ribs and hips were anything to go by) than he was guessing not good.

(I privately head-canon- that because of not having enough food Peter never grew to his full height. (This isn’t to be construed into me thinking Aunt May didn’t do her absolute best, or that Peter was starving to death) I just think it’s a realistic thing to have happen- because if Peter could have enough food to fill him every single day, he would eat them out of a house quite literally)

  • Aunt May definitely noticed Peter’s garbage disposal of a stomach and she makes sure to cook more food and give Peter bigger helping on his plate. (she did it slowly so that Peter wouldn’t notice) 
  • Peter’s classmates also notice Peter’s new found appetite, and some people (MJ and Gwen) will pass him power bars or give him some of their food at lunch. 
  • While his other peers (Flash) make fun of him for it and tease him, (even forcing Peter to eat food off the floor-“hey aren’t you always hungry Puny Parker?! This looks good!”
  • Though I will say- when Flash once caught Peter changing in the locker rooms (Peter always changed in a stall so that people wouldn’t see how skinny he was, or his random bruises from patrol) the bully got really concerned-
    “Parker, who did that to you?”
    “Flash?!”
    “Who Parker, who?” 
    “I- I was skateboarding-”
    “That’s a load of crap, Par- Peter,” 
    “It’s just a few scrapes leave me alone, Flash” 
  • (Peter is pretty sure that Flash now thinks he’s being abused, but there’s nothing he can do about that now) And Flash kind of left Peter alone after that. (Though concerned and worried looks were levered his way now, often) 
  • The superhero community takes notice of the Spidey’s black hole of a stomach after hanging out with the teenager, and they all shove food at Peter too. 
  • Though at first Spidey was all spluttery and embarrassed, and the teen didn’t want to take their charity or pity. (Cuze sometimes the kid is a stubborn dork) But after some of them explained- “you do a lot for this city, it’s the least we can do to feed you kiddo”- in a few words or less, Peter now takes the food happily. 
  • The Fantastic Four have him over for dinners and when Peter hangs out with Johnny there are always snacks and or takeout. And it doesn’t really feel like charity, it just feels like family.
  • The Avengers will ‘trick’ Spidey into coming over after they’ve patrolled/battled together- “we need to check that wound, kid, come back to the Tower” -and then let the Spider stuff his face after they’ve stitched him up. 
  • Daredevil doesn’t dottle around the subject, he just throws food at the teenager with an exasperated (but fond) “I could hear your stomach growling from three blocks away, eat dammit.”   

So overall, Peter’s fast metabolism is a problem. But not one that he can’t deal with. And hey there are worse problems than always being hungry, he’ll grow out of it, right? RIGHT!? 

anonymous asked:

Shy Derek fics?

Noteworthy by joanc24

“You did WHAT?”

“I told Stiles he’s cute.” He can feel his face flushing as he fully admits, “Well, not exactly.”

“Derek.” He hated that tone, that ‘you better tell me everything before I punch you’ tone.

“I wrote it in his notebook!”

Possibili(tea) by dragon_temeraire

Stiles might have a crush on his co-worker, who always brews him amazing tea.

Big Spoon by Emela

If there is anything Stiles has learned from being forced to watch romantic comedies with Lydia since Freshmen year, it’s that when you begin to fall for someone, it usually starts with their smile. Or their eyes. Or even their ass. What all those hours do not prepare him for is falling head over- why-am-I-getting-a-boner-from-this- heels because of a blush.

A Perfect Storm by keeperofstoriesqueenofday

The first time Derek sees him is on the Subway.

The fifth time Derek spots him, the boy has a split lip and an angry alpha threatening him.

(OR: Where Scott is a really bad boyfriend and Derek ends up being Stiles’ hero)

Only You by Emela

Derek does his best to get out of the party, but despite his best efforts Erica somehow manages to convince him anyway. (The fact she mentions that Stiles Stilinski is going to be there, probably in tight jeans, is irrelevant.)

Derek finds himself roped into a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ at a party and is dared to kiss Stiles.

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My biggest fantasy is gaining weight without even trying and being unable to stop, either because of a feeder or because of my own gluttony and lack of self control.

I want to force myself (or be forced by someone else) to overeat, stuff and gorge myself on far more food than I need, until eventually my body becomes so used to massive portions of fattening foods that I’m unable to stop eating, that a whole tub of ice cream becomes a small and unsatisfying snack that only serves to increase my appetite. I want food to become such an important and vital part of my life that I can’t go for more than an hour without binging and stuffing my face, even if I try. I want to go through the amount of food that would currently last me a whole month, daily

I want to look at myself in the mirror every day and see that I’ve visibly put on weight, and know that there is nothing I can possibly do to lose it or even to maintain it, and that I will only get fatter and fatter for the rest of my life until I reach the point of immobility, and that I’m helpless to stop it. Helplessly stuff myself with more and more food every day, speeding the process up and causing myself to need more and more food to feel full. I want to try to diet and be forced to confront the fact that dieting only makes me fatter because I lack the willpower to go for more than a couple days without eating everything in the house in one massive binge.

I’m not particularly athletic now, but I want to feel myself lose what little muscle mass and stamina I have, powerless to stop it from happening. I want to get so winded walking from my couch to the kitchen to get a snack that I have to just sit in the kitchen floor to stuff myself, too tired and weak to stand back up and walk my food to the couch. I want to binge uncontrollably and then pass out surrounded by wrappers and crumbs, without even being able to muster up the energy to drag myself to the bed. I want to get so fat and lazy and out of shape that I can’t walk up the stairs at all, my body would just be too heavy and flabby to lift my weight up them. I want to be so weak that lifting the television remote is a struggle.

I want to get so fat I can’t see my own feet, or even my thighs past my massive hanging belly. Too fat to masturbate, too fat to walk more than ten feet at a time, so fat that my arm flab prevents me from putting my hands together because i just cant reach all the way around my huge gut. So fat that I have to have clothes tailor made for me, because no company makes clothes THAT large. So fat that I have to eat twenty course meals in one sitting to even feel not hungry, and that I have to eat even more in order to feel full. 

I want to be imprisoned by my own gluttony and obesity, unable to do anything about it. 

Jealous Boyfriend

request: you can write about shawn and S/O going to her favorite band concert and he gets a little jealous for never seeing her so excited in his concert? something very fluffy and cute? Thank you so much, I love your stories. + So I went to an ed Sheeran concert last night and now I’m totally dying to go to one with Shawn so could you maybe make an imagine of the reader and Shawn going to see him? Thank you!!


You were practically bouncing off of the walls, and it was one of the funniest thins Shawn had ever seen. You were finishing your eyeliner, softly singing along to the John Mayer song that was playing from the Bluetooth speaker.

Making eye contact with your boyfriend, you felt your smile grow. “Hey, hun.”

“Hi, sweetie.” He walked over to you, and pressed a kiss onto your head. “You almost finished?”

“Mhmm, just gonna put on some lipstick, and then we can go.” You two had been planning to get dinner before the show, and it was nearing four in the afternoon.

You debated between a nude color and a darker red, but picked up the pinky-nude instead, and tossed it in your bag.

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pandiigirl  asked:

82 + 29 jungkook please?

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Prompt: “I was in the neighborhood.” + “Well, what do you want to do?”

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff + bestfriend to lovers au

Warning: slight swearing (but not anything too explicit lol)

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“I’m coming over.”

As the three words left his mouth, you shot out of your bed, your blankets falling over to the floor as you exclaimed, “What do you mean, you’re ‘coming over’?!” 

“Well, I was just taking a drive and I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d come over to see you.” he said nonchalantly over the phone. 

Blinking your eyes in confusion, you repeated, “So your coming over? Right now?” 

“Yes, goodness, are you deaf? Be ready, I’ll be there in two. I wanna show you something.” he said before ending the call abruptly.

As you got out from your bed, slipping into your comfortable house slippers, you muttered to yourself, “He’s crazy. We just saw each other yesterday in class and he wants to meet again? What am I, his girlfriend?” 

Not that you’d mind that, would you now?

Scowling, you pushed away the voice in your head as you quickly threw on a sweatshirt you found draped across your chair.  

-

“Hey there beautiful.” Jungkook grinned as you opened the door, a grumpy look on your face. Slipping on your sneakers, you grabbed your things and quickly locked the door behind you. 

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I never noticed this before but Fitz is just too hungry to care about what’s going on, like he immediatly goes to get a snack and i’m sure that he’s been thinking about eating during the trip back to the base, wondering if what he managed to hide next to the bananas - who also appears to be the only heatlhy food here - is still here. I’m laughing so much. Who does the shopping for the base ? Did you see how many cereal boxes there is ?

Thanks to @cassiannandor​ and her awesome gifset for making me rewatch that part of the episode to notice this !

13 Reasons Why (Tape 5)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, John, Mary, Ketch, Gabriel

Warnings: swearing, lying, discomfort, overall angst

Word count: 5535

Summary: as he begins to resolve things with Ketch, Dean realises that the tapes need to be kept safe and hidden. He continues on to listen to tape 5 and finds out more about why you decided to take your life.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

“I can’t let these tapes get out, it would be the end of me working for the Men of Letters,” Ketch snapped.

“You’re worried that these tapes will be the end of your job? They were the end of Y/N’s life!” Dean screamed. He didn’t care that so many guns were pointed towards him. He was tired of everyone making these tapes about them, they were about you! “Look, I don’t care about your damn job, OK? But those tapes aren’t going anywhere, no one you work for is going to find them and there’s not a chance in hell that you are burning them!”

“I have to,” Ketch replied with a calm voice. “I can not let these get out, your word means nothing to me. You Winchesters have screwed me over more times than I can count.”

“Right back at ya, buddy,” Dean replied. “How do we know you’re not gonna take them back to the Men of Letters for some weird analysation crap?!”

“We can burn them here if we must,” Ketch complained. He didn’t understand, Dean was not letting him take them.

He looked over at Sam, gave him the nod and just like that, all four of them had their guns out. Mary shot the man to her left, John shot forward at a woman and Sam chased someone into the library. Ketch ran to Dean and knocked his gun out of his hand. More people around Ketch and Dean just started dropping like flies. Sure, there were more Brits in that room, but the Winchesters were the best. They protected those tapes because they were important to you. You needed them to be heard by everyone on there, and Dean wasn’t done yet.

Dean had taken as many punches as he had thrown, yet Ketch still seemed to be becoming weaker a lot faster. The anger inside Dean must have been pushing him past whatever he was supposed to feel; he just felt numb and continued to go at Ketch, eventually knocking him to the floor.

Ketch picked up the gun he had kicked over and was about to point it in Dean’s face. That’s when Mary turned the safety off on hers while she pressed it against the back of Ketch’s head.

“Don’t move a damn muscle,” Mary growled as Ketch realised that everyone on his side was dead. They had killed them within minutes.

“Now, now Mary,” he said as he stood slowly with his hands up in defence. “Let’s not make any bad decisions.”

Sam walked over to the tapes that had been dropped. One of them had been crushed… Tape 5.

“You destroyed one of the tapes,” Sam snapped. His voice was dangerously low.

“What? Which tape?” Dean asked in worry as he stepped forward and noticed the number on the tape. “No, no no no,” he cried. “I hadn’t listened to that one yet, I can’t miss one out. I need to know what happened to her.”

“Dean,” Ketch tried to speak.

“Shut the fuck up!” Dean fumed. “You broke the fucking thing, now you are going to fix it.”

“And why would I ever do that?“ Ketch snarled as he spat some blood from his mouth on to the floor.

“Is it yours?” Dean asked calmly although the rage was still coursing through his veins.

“What?” Ketch asked, Dean looked at him as if it was obvious and once again, he was angry.

“Tape 5!” Dean screamed. “Is it yours?”

“No,” Ketch shook his head. He started to worry when he pieced together what Dean was planning. “You wouldn’t-”

“Oh, I would,” Dean snapped back as he held the broken tape in his hand. “You will fix this thing or I swear I will give your boss your tape. Don’t try me, Ketch.”

Ketch pressed his lips together and breathed heavily through his nose. He was more worried than angry, that tape would ruin his life. “These tapes aren’t going anywhere, your bosses aren’t going to find out about them,” Sam added. “Even if they do, they don’t have a chance against us. These tapes are Y/N’s legacy… And we protect our own.”

Ketch wasn’t left unattended. Someone had a gun at the back of his head at all times because he was the most untrustworthy person any of them had ever encountered.

When it was Dean’s turn, he sat opposite Ketch at the library table with his gun pointed towards him. “Why do you wanna be rid of it so bad?” Dean asked.

“When you hear it you’ll know,” Ketch replied as he kept his eyes on the tape. He was slowly but surely fixing tape number 5.

“So what you’re saying is you hurt her-”

“What I did wasn’t good. It wasn’t good for Y/N and it wasn’t good on my behalf,” Ketch admitted, his attention was still on the tape he was fixing. “If the Men of Letters find out about what I did, it wouldn’t only lose me my job, they would kill me.”

“Why?” Dean growled quietly. His grip on the gun in his hand tightened.

“Because it goes against orders, I lied to her about something they wanted her to do and then it led to everything that happened, you’ll see when you get to my tape.”

“Everyone talks about these tapes so simply, like they’re just so easy to listen to,” Dean snapped.

“I didn’t find them easy,” Ketch replied, his focus drawing away from the tape and his eyes looking at Dean. “I liked Y/N. Not in that way of course, she was very young, not really my type. But in my cold heart I found a soft spot for the girl… Knowing that I did something that affected her life so badly wasn’t easy for me to hear.”

“So why didn’t you just burn them after you heard your tape?” Dean asked with genuine curiosity.

“Y/N said in the first tape that I was being watched, so I listened to them all.” He returned to fixing the tape, it almost looked as good as new. “When I finished the last tape I was going to burn them, but Sam took them from me and passed them on. I was never able to track them again until they were back here… Every time I remembered who the next person on the tapes were, they had already finished them and passed them on to another,” Ketch finished explaining.

Dean was still angry, but at least now he understood why. He didn’t trust Ketch as far as he could throw him, but he knew that when he let him go there was no chance he would tell the Brits about what happened. He was too scared of them finding out about the tapes.

Once the tape was fixed, they let him go. Of course, not without a stern warning from each of them first. Coming after you was a mistake that Ketch would never make again. At least Dean knew now how careful he had to be with the tapes, he couldn’t just leave them lying around for someone to find easily.

This was a lesson that Dean needed.

Ketch was gone, the dead Brits were still left in the bunker but they all bagged up the bodies and prepared them to be salt and burned. Sam quietly suggested to Dean to go and listen to tape 5 while the rest of them took care of the bodies.

Another tape. Another sad story, another thing Dean may not be able to handle. This time he took the tape to the kitchen and sat in there to listen to it. Your voice played through the headphones.

“Bad decisions. We all make them, right? I mean, some worse than others… But we all make them. Sometimes even if we know it’s the wrong decision, we just want a sense of security. We want to feel safe and sometimes making the easy yet wrong decision is the only way.”

* * *

It was a Monday which meant your brothers wouldn’t be visiting you until tomorrow. Although you were mad every time they visited because they didn’t get you out, the loneliness of them not being there was slowly killing you. It was awful. A pain that was inexplainable.

You sat in your room on the small, uncomfortable bed. It squeaked every time you moved, the springs inside stabbed into your back. All your thoughts were on every negative thing you could come up with, but you were drawn away from those thoughts when a man suddenly appeared in your room, causing you to scream. His hand came over your mouth to stop the screams. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m a brother of Castiel.”

His confidence in his words made him feel trustworthy. You never trusted any of the Angels, but this one seemed different. Even after slowly losing faith in all the people around you, it felt like you could somehow trust this Angel. He moved his hand away from your mouth and you began to question him quietly, you couldn’t let the nurses hear you talking to someone.

“You’re an Angel?” You questioned. “Who are you?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m not just any Angel.”

* * *

“And it was him, the sweetest and cockiest Angel I had ever met in that moment. The Archangel… The trickster…”

“No!” Dean cursed.

“Welcome to your tape, Gabriel.”

* * *

“Why are you here?” You breathed out shakily. “What do you want from me?”

“Well, your brothers have been praying a lot and quite frankly it’s annoying me,” Gabriel admitted. “They’ve been praying to Castiel, but brother dearest is busy and will not stop asking me to do the job for him. I’m here to check on you, to ask how you’re doing.“

“To check on me?” You questioned with an aggressive tone. “I’m in a damn psychiatric institution, how do you think I’m feeling?”

“Ok, you’re right. Asking how you were was a stupid question,” he admitted. “Maybe I can just cheer you up? I have nothing better to do.”

“Cheer me up, how?” You asked with genuine curiosity. Any other Angel would have just came to see if you were still alive and then left. But this one, this Archangel that the boys had told you about before, the so called ‘trickster’, was kind. Why was he kind? It didn’t make sense to you, but you didn’t want to wish it away. You needed to know what would happen next.

“Well what do you want?” He asked. “Are you hungry?”

With a click of his fingers a bacon roll appeared in front of you. “I’m a vegetarian,” you snapped at him. You wanted to see how far he could be pushed.

“My apologies.” Once again, he clicked his fingers and it was gone. “You tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“My hair is a little tangled, I hate it like this,” you complained.

“No problem,” he smiled as he passed you a hairbrush that suddenly appeared in his hands. “And here, a cupcake. It’s vegetarian, I promise.”

Gabriel placed the cute cupcake on the table next to you and gave you his sweetest smile. He was so kind. You still didn’t understand why, but you didn’t seem to care. “You want me to help?” He questioned as he took the hairbrush from you and you turned around. He gently pushed your hair back behind you so he could start brushing it. He was careful over the knots to be sure he didn’t hurt you. Who knew that Angels could be kind?

After that day, he began visiting you every day. He would bring you presents and take care of you, he made you actually want to be alive rather than cry and moan all day about how bad it was. He made you feel happy, and even though the nurses had no idea about his regular visits, they all noticed a big change in your mood. They told your father, John, that it may be time for you to leave the hospital because you were showing signs of the medication working and that they were finally increasing your levels of happiness.

It was a few months before you were allowed to leave and you owed it all to him. To Gabriel.

So, on that last day when you were released, you kissed him. On his last visit to your room you grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him close and softly kissed him. His lips were smooth, they moved gently with yours as his hand moved to the back of your head to pull you closer to him. It lasted longer than you had expected before you pulled away and smiled at him. He was perfect… But you knew it wouldn’t last. So why did you let yourself get so close? What was he going to do to hurt you?

When you were discharged from the institute, Sam and Dean were the ones to pick you up. You spoke to them happily and didn’t bother to be angry with them anymore, it wasn’t their fault you were in there anyways… It was Charlie’s. But you had to forget about her now, just focus on the positives. The things like the kiss with Gabriel.

“What’s got you so happy?” Dean asked from the drivers seat while Sam rode shotgun.

“What’s there to be unhappy about? I’m coming home from the worst place in the world and I don’t ever have to go back. I’m with my brothers, I’m happy now,” you smiled.

“Well we’re happy to have you back,” Sam replied gleefully. “And we know how much you’ve missed it so we’re buying you lunch at-”

“Louie’s Pizza Parlour Extravaganza?!” You screamed excitedly.

Dean chuckled. “How’d you guess?”

“You guys know it’s my favourite!” You exclaimed as you clapped your hands together. “This day can’t get any better.”

The boys both loved your excitement in that moment. All they were doing was taking you for pizza, to them that’s all it was. But to you it was getting to spend time with your family once again and eating a pizza from your favourite pizza parlour in the world. It was a huge difference to the food they had given you in Serenity Grove. To them it was another day, to you it was perfect.

You spent hours at the pizza place just talking and messing around, it was one of your best memories with your brothers. It was a moment you appreciated so much but it didn’t last long. Nothing good ever did.

You knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier having to hear it. “Y/N, on a more serious note, we need to know what’s happening between you and dad.”

You shook your head. “I don’t have a dad.”

And you wanted that to be the end of it. No more talking about the ass that was John Winchester. Of course it wasn’t the end, but you continued to look down and eat your fries.

“Dad misses you, Y/N,” Dean spoke. “He’s happy that you’re coming home.”

“Home,” you laughed ironically. “That’s a funny word, really, isn’t it? My home is with you guys, not John and his bitch wife.”

“Hey! That’s our mom you’re talking about,” Dean snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you replied sarcastically. “John and your bitch mom. There, is that better?”

“Hey, come on,” Sam tried to speak reasonably. You had only just got out and he didn’t want to cause an argument. “You and dad may not see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he’s really excited that you’re coming home. So is mom.”

“If they wanted me home so badly they wouldn’t have put me in there to start with,” you replied quietly, avoiding eye contact with both of them. “But sure, let’s go back to the bunker. I knew this wouldn’t last anyway.”

So there it was, the pain once again. Why did John and Mary have to even stay with you guys? They were adults that could get out on their own and take care of themselves.

The trip back to the bunker was silent. You didn’t understand how you could go from having the time of your life with your brothers to complete silence and awkwardness. It wasn’t a strange occurrence for things to go from good to bad within a matter of seconds, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Since the ride back was so long you began thinking that maybe you could take control of this, you could control whether you were happy or sad. Even though you hated him with every fibre of your being, John was happy that you were coming home. Maybe you shouldn’t get all angry with him when you return. You weren’t going to forgive him of course, but getting angry wouldn’t bring back lost time. You just had to hold on to your kiss with Gabriel and hope that it was enough to push you to be nice to John and Mary.

As Dean parked the car outside the bunker, they both looked back at you in the back seat and were about to ask you to not react badly to John. “You guys don’t have to say anything.”

You opened the car door and stepped outside before making your way towards the bunker. You stepped in casually just like you were heading back home once again, which was what you were doing but it had just been a long time. You made your way down the stairs, your expression unreadable as Sam and Dean followed behind you. John and Mary were in the war room just waiting for you to arrive back. They stood and soon as they saw you, no one knowing how to react.

You stared at John and just thought back to the times he had visited you. You knew he was thinking about it too, those times you had attacked him and kicked and punched and screamed that you hated him. “Y/N,” he spoke softly.

And in that second, just the sound of his voice angered you. You hated him, but at the same time, you loved him. You could feel holes being burned into you from the stares you were getting from Sam, Dean and Mary. As you dropped your backpack to the floor and stepped towards John, you thought that everyone would expect you to attack him. But you didn’t speak, you didn’t say a word. You reached out your arms and hugged him.

For a moment John didn’t react. He had no idea this is how you would react. Then he sighed with relief. His daughter was home and she wasn’t mad. Of course you were, but you had to put it behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “I’m happy you’re home.”

You smiled to yourself because his words felt real, like he really meant them. You didn’t believe them, but hearing them was going to have to be enough. You looked over at Mary after you pushed out of the hug with John. “It’s good to have you back, sweetheart. I made you something to eat,“ she smiled.

You could have just told her that the boy’s already took you for lunch, but of course you didn’t.

“What, did you poison it or something?” You snapped as you remembered her saying that you were better off dead. You realised what you had just done, and everyone stared at you just like they were waiting for you to fuck up. No, not anymore. You weren’t going to let that be who you were. “I’m kidding!” You giggled. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a normal place. Appropriate and inappropriate kinda merge together in that place…”

“It’s okay,” Mary smiled as she reached her hand our for you. Her smile seemed genuine. It confused you, why would she be kind to you now after what she said?

Regardless, you needed to start putting effort in to improve your own life. That’s why you took her hand and let her lead you to the kitchen. You had expected the boys to follow you but they stayed where they were which just left you and Mary alone in the kitchen. She gave you the tomato pasta she had made you and sat opposite you while pouring a glass of orange juice.

Even when everyone else wasn’t around, she was nice to you. If she hated you so much and thought you ruined her family why would she still be nice even when you were both alone? “If you need anything else, just let me know.”

The whole day felt a little weird now that you had a new attitude. You all seemed to get along ok, which made you think even more that you were the problem. You weren’t the problem, families just argued sometimes and that’s part of life- no ‘one person’ is the cause of all fights between a family.

You returned to your room and began thinking of Gabriel again. You wanted to see him, you couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. It was soft and tender, he was so sweet and slow. It was perfect, you wanted more. You needed more. When you prayed, he didn’t show. Why?

You thought that he must have been busy and decided to just head back to the library where everyone was. You sat at the table in the library and picked up a book, mindlessly flicking through the pages as your thoughts were back on Gabriel.

“You know-” you heard at the same time as a flutter of wings, “-I can hear you when you think about me.”

“Gabriel!” You exclaimed as you threw the book down. “What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask him the same damn question,” John growled. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dad, it’s okay,” you replied and everyone’s eyes shot to you. “What? He’s a good Angel, he was there for me in Serenity Grove.”

“Yeah, I was ‘there for her’,” he winked at the rest of your family. “You know, helped her out when she was in need.”

“You didn’t need to be there for her,” Dean snapped. “Sam and me visited her every week.”

“Well, if you helped her in the way I’m talking about, that would be kinda wrong, wouldn’t it?” Gabriel asked in a cocky tone. You thought he was talking about the kiss, but then he continued to lie. “Those nights we spent tangled up the sheets really were special to me, Y/N.”

“You son of a bitch!” John screamed as he jumped forward to grab Gabriel but he just disappeared and reappeared in a different place.

“Tangled in the sheets?” You questioned. “No! Nothing like that happened.”

“You can’t deny it when I have this to prove it,” Gabriel smiled as he pulled out his phone and pressed a single button before all of your phones went off. You pulled it out to see the picture that he had sent to every single person on his contacts and you knew that he got most of them from the boys and Castiel.

The picture was compelling. He must have taken if when you closed your eyes to kiss him. The photo was cropped so that it just showed above your shirt so it looked like you weren’t wearing one, the angle looked as if you were laying down. And of course, you were happily kissing him back and your hair was a mess.

You looked up and noticed the judging looks you were getting from everyone in your family… Even from your brothers. They were the only people you cared about the opinions of. “Ok, yes, we kissed but we didn’t-”

“Save it,” John snapped. Gabriel was going to ruin everything. “You stay the hell away from my daughter,” he growled at the Archangel.

“Whatever you say,” Gabriel smiled before clicking his fingers and disappearing from the room. How could he do that to you? After everything.

“I promise it’s not true!” You tried to explain.

“Out of everyone it could have been you chose him!” John shouted. “After everything he has put our family through, you just couldn’t help yourself could you?”

* * *

“Those words were heartbreaking. You said it as if I was just a common slut that sleeps with everyone, like some cheap whore. You called me easy… If I was so easy, why did everyone find me so hard to love? Why did you?”

* * *

You had stormed off to your room after they all failed to believe you. Why would your family not trust you that you would tell the truth? You expected Mary and John to not believe you but you had thought your brothers would support you. They didn’t. They said it wasn’t a problem but that you should have admitted to it rather than trying to hide it. It just resulted in you screaming at them all and then coming to your room to cry.

As you wiped the tears away, someone unexpected appeared in your room. Gabriel. “Y/N?” He asked as he noticed your tears. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You growled. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You slammed your fists against his chest but as you went to do it again he grabbed your wrists.

“Just calm down, we can talk about this.”

“Why did you lie?” You sobbed as you stopped trying to pull your wrists away from his hands. “You’re ruining what I have with my family. I hate you! I hate you!” You tried to hit him again but it was just a failure and the tears continued to stream down your face.

“Hey, talk to me,” he tried to calm you.

“You lied about us having sex,” you cried. “Why?”

“Me and some of the Angels had a bet that I could convince a bunch of your friends that we really did, it’s no big deal,” he chuckled.

“No big deal?” You asked as you yanked your hands away from him. “It’s a big deal to me you asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you? Is that all I am to you? A bet?”

“No! Y/N, I wanted to kiss you.” He brushed your hair away from your face but you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me. You can lie about touching me, maybe that’s one thing you can take from me, but one thing you can’t take from me is my right to say no. Now get the fuck out of my room. Unless you tell the truth, I never want to see you again.”

You felt amazing after what you said. You felt strong and powerful. You told him what was what and he knew it. You knew that through the change on his face when you told him what he could never take from you. “I guess I won’t be seeing you ever again then, Y/N, unless you change your mind.”

You stood there with your arms crossed across your chest and scoffed at his words. “Not fucking likely.”

* * *

“People were right about you Gabriel. And when I say people, I mean everyone that ever had anything to say about you. Some said you were sweet, but others said you were a liar and a cheat. They were all right. You were one book with two covers, I guess I forgot to read the other one before getting involved in your story.”

Tape 5 was over. Dean, once again, was left with his feelings after the tape. A few minutes later, Sam came in to the kitchen to grab some food. “You alright, man?”

“Gabriel’s tape was just. Wow, I mean,” he sighed. “Shit, dude. Why didn’t we believe her?”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“I mean, at the time the evidence was there, he made a damn compelling case. But now I’m thinking back to it and… Why? She was our sister. We didn’t believe her, worst of all we believed Gabriel over her! She knew how much we hated that guy, how much he hurt us,” Dean began to rant. “She must have felt so betrayed… Every single one of these tapes, we always seem to have something to do with it. It’s our fault more than anyone else’s.”

“We can’t afford to think like that,” Sam said as he took a seat opposite Dean at the kitchen table.

“Why not? Because it’s the truth?” Dean growled. “We need to take some damn responsibility.”

“Not for the tapes that aren’t ours,” Sam replied quickly.

“You don’t even have one!” Dean snapped back.

“And I’m still blaming myself!” Sam finished. “You think you’re the only person that feels all this pain and that you’re the only reason why? It kills me every day to even wake up, Dean. I have to push myself to get out of bed and face another one of these fucking days where she’s gone and we have to keep living. She was my sister too… I loved her. You’re not the only one that lost her.”

“You don’t think I know that, Sammy?” Dean questioned with a softer tone. “Look, I’m sorry that all I do is complain. But I just feel like we did something wrong, like we didn’t do enough. I’m sorry, I know that you miss her… I do too. But Sammy, we can’t let it pull us apart like this. We’re gonna all have to be there for each other if we’re going to get through this…”

Sam just looked down at the table before nodding. “I was thinking about what you said before about Jody, that we haven’t visited in a while. She called earlier and asked if we wanted to go visit, she might have found a case.”

Dean smiled with a nod. “Just me and you? What about mom and dad-”

“They’ve already found a hunt somewhere else,” Sam interrupted. Dean knew that it was because they didn’t want to go, but he just nodded at Sam’s lie. He couldn’t be bothered with even more arguing. “Ok, better get packing…”

They both headed off to their rooms to just grab a few shirts and everything they would need for the next few days. As Dean was about to put his wallet away, he realised that he still had the note in there that you had left Sam for the tapes. He thought about it for a few moments before taking it out and holding the folded piece of paper between his fingers. He sat there on his bed, took a deep breath and began to open up the letter.

His fingers brushed over it as he smiled at the fact it was your handwriting. He always remembered that when you were researching you would write things down that could be of importance later. Then, before he could stop himself, he began to read the letter.

Sam…
Sammy.
I know that this letter will be hard for you to read.
But I promise you, it can’t be as hard as it is writing it.
I need you to do me a favour with these tapes that I’m leaving you…
I need you to make sure that everyone on there listens to them…
And I want you to listen to them too.
These tapes are the only legacy I’m leaving.
When you read this letter it will already be too late, I’ll already be dead.
I love you and Dean so much, and I’m sorry for what I’m about to do to you.
Well, to you, it’s what I’ve already done.
It’s my time, I know it’s my time. I just can’t do it anymore.
You don’t need me, you’ll move on to the next problem that life gives you and forget.
I never wanted to hurt you and Dean, and I wish I didn’t have to do this,
But I do. It’s the only way for me to feel okay again.
I’m so lucky to have met such a amazing people like you and Dean. You’re my family.
I don’t deserve you guys, I never did. I would have destroyed you,
Just like how I destroyed my mom. It’s what I do, I ruin people’s lives.
I couldn’t live knowing that I could ever hurt you. I love you both too much.
I hope you can forgive me. I’m so sorry. I love you.
Love from, Y/N

Dean’s tear dripped on to the paper; that was how he eventually realised at he was even crying. The letter was powerful, it was so full of love for them but hatred for yourself.

“You ready to go man?” Sam asked as he knocked at Dean’s bedroom door.

“Yeah,” Dean hid the rest of the tapes in the safe in his room and put tape 6 in the player, ready for when he was at Jody’s. He finished the letter, and now he’d finished tape 5. He was ready for tape 6. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

The Ways We Say I Love You

(based loosely off of this beautiful piece of art by UpTheHill)

In the mornings, the sun rays hitting your pale skin, the way you’d slowly saunter towards me, bending over and observing me, as if you were trying to remember every possible detail as quickly as you can. You think I’m asleep, but I’m not. I see the little flutters of your eyelashes, the small little freckle on your face that you always try to glamour before going out, the way your pale blonde hair sticks out in a very un-Malfoy-ish fashion after you’ve just woken up. The way you’d slowly maneuver your lips over mine, straddling my hips, ghosting your warm lips over mine as you whisper silently, “Time to wake up sleepyhead.” The way you’d threaten me, while smiling lightly, to hit me with the pillow you held in your hands if I didn’t get up soon. The way I’d flip you over and you’d start giggling as if it was the funniest thing ever as I’d pin you down and kiss you. The way you’d lead me slowly into the kitchen, your sweatpants hanging low on your hips, giving me a glimpse of last night’s adventure. The way you’d sit me down on the breakfast counter, giving me pancakes and a warm cup of coffee. The way you’d giggle over the useless things I’d tell you as we sat there, submerging ourselves in the worlds in each other’s eyes. The way you’d play with my fingers, tracing the small calluses on my hand and the scars from school, nodding along to my half-hearted explanations as our hearts beat in sync. The way you make my heart flutter just by looking at me, the way your breath hitches when you see me enter a room. 

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REACTION: BTS when their girlfriends tell them they love their hugs

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You tell them you love their hugs in a middle of a hug.

Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

He would probably make a joke out of it. He knows you love his dad jokes so he would use every opportunity he gets to use them on you. He would also use some really bad pickup lines too, so there is a little variety.
“Are you taco meat?”
“What?”
“I’d hope so because I’d love to wrap myself around you.”
“Oh my god”


Yoongi

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

He’d probably smile and hide his face in your hair. He would probably drag you to the nearest couch and cuddle you so you feel his hugs all day.
“Yoongi”
“Mmmm?”
“I need to get up, I’m hungry.”
“But I thought you loved my hugs?”
“I do, I’m just hungry.”
“Fine, but make me something too, all this hugging is exhausting.”


Hoseok

Originally posted by nycbtslover

He would totally start screaming and it would be right in your ear so he would start apologizing immediately after. He would be doing aegyo to make you feel better. Meanwhile this whole time you were cracking up with your hands covering your face and your head swallowed by his chest.
“OH MY GOD! Babe, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to be so loud in your ear I just got really excited.”


Namjoon

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Boy would his dimples show. It would be all you see for days. He would constantly hear your voice saying those words. He would need to hear it again and again because nothing is better than hearing you actually say it.
“What are you smiling about?”
“You,” he would hear you laugh and he would smile more. “I still can’t get what you said out of my head. Could you say it again?”
“You’re so weird.”
“I just love the fact you chose my hugs over anyone else’s.”


Jimin

Originally posted by itschiminie

Jimin would turn into a little ball of fluff. He would blush and start hugging you even tighter. He’d smile so hard his face would squish. He just loves everything about you and when you admit you love something about him he’d be so happy.
“You love my hugs? Well I love you.”
“Oh my god, Jimin!”
“What?”
“Don’t make me blush more than I already am.”


Taehyung

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

He would be confused at first. He’d probably wonder why you said you loved pugs in the middle of a hug. Once he finally got what you said he’s be so fluffy. His box smile would show and he would pull you even closer.
“Tae?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I love you and your hugs, but you know what else I love?”
“What?”
“Air.”
“Oh sorry.”


Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

He’d probably wouldn’t know what to do. He would freeze and try to look away from you because he’s afraid of you seeing him blush. Once he had calmed down from his mad blushing he would get so cocky. Like it would be ridiculous. He would tease you every chance he got.
“Jungkook, can you pause the show? I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay, try not to miss my hugs while you’re in there.”
“JUNGKOOK”

slytherin/hufflepuff relationships

slytherin: MALE

Hufflepuff: FEMALE

(I take requests for other houses/genders/sexual preferences)

  • “I’d offer you breakfast but you didn’t make any”
  • “its okay im not hungry”
  • “WHAT COME ON”
  • *muffled giggling*
  • the babe incident:
  • “okay bye see you tomorrow”
  • *low voice* “okay bye see you tomorrow YOU DIDNT WANNA SAY BABE IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS CALL ME BABE CALL ME BABE”
  • *laughing* “OKAY OKAY BYE BABE I LOVE YOU”
  •  no no no this cannot be happening it just slipped out im sorry
  •  
  •  
  • “did you-”
  • “NO”
  • “im pretty sure-”
  • “NO you must have misheard I said I love… fruit?”
  • *unimpressed* “you hate fruit”
  • “I’ve had a recent revelation that maybe I don’t dislike it as much as I believed.”
  • “I love you too.”
  • blushing
  • bLUSHING
  • BLUSHING
  • BLUSHING
  • shopping for food
    • *picks up lettuce* “this matches my outift”
    • *grabs the first yellow object they see in the cart* “this matches MINE!”
    • *uncontrollable laughter*
    • “what?” *glances at package*
    • *rolling around on the floor*
    • “OH MY GOD WHAT ARE CONDOMS DOING IN OUR CART”
    • *tears rolling down cheek*
    • *blushes profusely and throws box at laughing slytherin*
  • slytherin being too proud to apologise for small things like leaving the fridge door open or the seat up or untidy living room
  • Hufflepuff realising this and not pushing the slytherin to apologise
  • but totally making them apologise for putting cONDOMS IN OUR CART THAT WAS THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING EVER OH MY GOD
  • “say fuck”
  • “what?”
  • “I’ve never heard you swear before. say it.”
  • “no”
  • “come on, L/N, say it. say fuck.”
  • “NO”
  • “I won’t leave you alone til you do.”
  • *picks up book and starts reading*
  • “ughhhhh, come onnnnnnn fuck fuck fuck fuck”
  • “if you don’t shut up ill give you something to swear about”
  • “fuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk”
  • *gets up to leave and accidentally knees slytherin in the crotch*
  • “OW MERLIN WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR”
  • “OH MY GOD IM SO FUCKING SORRY LET ME HELP YOU MERLIN ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
  • *smirking*
  • *rolls eyes and accidentally bumps heads as she bends down to pick up something he dropped*
  • “ouch”
  • “shit sorry”
  • SMALL GESTURES THOUGH
  • slytherin not wanting to be overly romantic because thats not who they are
  • Hufflepuff not wanting to smother them or be overly embarrassing/romantic
  • so it would be things like
    • “I brought you coffee. just the way you like it.”
    • *confused* “hot?”
    • “like your boyfriend”
    • “you weren’t in class today so I brought you the notes”
    • “you forgot to tuck your shirt in and the professor’s coming down the hallway don’t get a detention”
    • “you can borrow my owl. I know yours isn’t great for long-distance flights if you want to send that to your parents”
  • ROASTING EACH OTHER 
  • ALL. THE. TIME
  • “wow the snow is so beautiful”
  • “you know what else is beautiful”
  • “what?”
  • “me”
  • the slytherin finding it so funny that she can roast him and everyone else
  • the Hufflepuff accidentally roasting a professor
  • “are you almost done with that, L/N”
  • “you know what I’m done with? your attitude.”
  • *blankly stares*
  • “OH MY GOSH PROFESSOR IM SO SORRY”
  • only receiving a single detention because the professor found it so utterly hilarious
  • the slytherin wishing he could have been there to see it
  • but all the hufflepuff’s friends were happy to fill him in
  • the slytherin casually dropping into Hufflepuff conversations around the school to just be near the Hufflepuff
  • the Hufflepuff not having the confidence to do the same around Slytherins because she is half-half / muggle-born

I have to stop myself but I have so many more so maybe part 2????

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 :)

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Word Count: 1577 

Pairing: Tyler x Reader


My hands were shaking so bad when I got off of the airplane this morning. I kept drinking water and by the time I saw Mark in front of the airport, I had around ten empty bottles stuffed inside of my backpack. However, when I saw him a wide smile enveloped my face and I ran as fast as I could to give him a hug. Now we were outside of his house and I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown because I would be meeting all of his friends. He looked at me as we were grabbing my bags out of the back an put his hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, they’re going to love you.”


His words were comforting but they didn’t stop my chest from tightening when I took a step inside. As soon as I walked in I saw four people sitting on the sectional. 

“Y/N, this is everyone, everyone this is my friend, Y/N.”

The smaller guy with blue hair widened his eyes and looked up at Mark.

“Oh no Mark, are you replacing us?”

“Shut up Ethan.”

A giggle escaped my lips and a girl, who I remembered was Amy, got up and gave me a hug. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“You too! Mark’s told me so much about you.” It was true, when they first started dating she was all he talked about. He called me after their first date and we talked like we were in high school again. I was just glad that he had found someone that made him so happy. Amy grinned and walked over to Mark and hugged his torso. I looked down at the other two that were sitting down and tried to remember their names. The girl’s name started with a K and for a second I thought that maybe it was Katelyn.

“Hi, I’m Kathryn.” So close.

“Nice to meet you.”

The other guy had yet to say anything but he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me. It made me kind of uncomfortable and I worried that my make up was smeared from when I fell asleep on the plane. 

“Um, Y/N, this is Tyler.” Tyler seemed to shake out of his trance and smiled widely at me, holding out his hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mark’s talked a lot about you.” A shy smile made it’s way to my face as I shook his hand. We stayed like that for a while until Mark cleared his throat.

“Ok well we’re having a movie night tonight so Y/N, unpack your stuff, I’ll show you to your room,” he turned to Tyler “and you order the pizzas.” I was already walking down the hallway he pointed me towards, so I didn’t see the devious grin that he sent Tyler, or the worried glare he received in return.

***
“Y/N!! Are you ready yet?” I had just taken a shower and was getting dressed in something more comfortable when Mark’s booming voice echoed throughout the halls. 

“Yea! I’ll be down in a minute!”

I was wearing my Led Zepplin shirt, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of fuzzy panda socks that I had gotten for Christmas last year. When I got to the bottom of the steps I could smell pizza and popcorn. Amy walked out of the kitchen with three giant bowels of popcorn balanced on her arms and I offered to carry some for her. She thanked me and we made our way into the living room.

The scene I saw before me sent a wave of anxiety up my spine, for two reasons. One Amy and Mark were both sitting on the love seat and Kathryn was sitting in the chair, leaving the only other place to sit, in between Ethan and Tyler on the couch. Ethan wasn’t the problem, Tyler was. I felt so nervous around him and I couldn’t tell if it was because he was so handsome and muscular that it was intimidating, or if it was that he was so handsome and muscular that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. The other part was that the movie they had picked out was a horror movie. 

“Oh my God, Mark, no. I hate horror movies!”

Mark smirked and motioned towards Tyler. “Don’t worry, Y/N, Goliath, here is scarier than anything in this movie.

I pouted but didn’t say anything else as I sat down between the two guys. We watched the movie in silence until halfway through Mark got up to use the bathroom. When he came back it was in the middle of a particularly scary and tense part and right at the jump scare he screamed and shook my shoulders. I screamed so loud my throat felt raw. I shoved my head into Tyler’s shoulder and grabbed his upper arm as my whole body shook while Mark just stood back, laughing. 

It would have been the stereotypical cutesy, romance scene, except Mark ended up scaring Ethan too, so he was hiding in my shoulder, probably shaking even more than I was. 

"What the fuck, Mark?”

“God, Ethan, you sounded like you started puberty all over again, just more violently!”

“Well I wouldn’t have screamed if you didn’t fucking scare us!”

They continued to bicker and I completely forgot about the position I was currently in until Tyler moved his arm. I looked at him, mortified, and began to apologize profusely until he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. The mortified look remained on my face but now it was directed at the floor instead of Tyler, who kept his eyes locked on the movie. He didn’t look at you but you were grateful for that because you had entered full tomato-mode. 

Eventually Ethan and Mark ceased the bickering and you all continued to watch the movie until everyone fell asleep. When you wake up you keep your eyes closed and try to snuggle in closer to the warmth that was pressed against you. It responded by pulling you closer and you opened your eyes to see Tyler just a few inches from your face. You gasped and got up carefully as not to wake him, and looked around to see that everyone was gone. 

You walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.

Y/N

Sorry to leave you and Tyler alone but Ethan and Kat had to get groceries and 

I promised to take Amy on a coffee date. We’ll all be back soon, don’t break anything ;)

Mark

“What the fuck.”

Tyler was still asleep and you didn’t want to wake him up but your stomach was growling like your uncle at Thanksgiving dinner, so you decide to make pancakes. You played some music softly from your phone and swung your hips lightly to the beat. Not paying much attention to anything else other than the task at hand, you didn’t notice when Tyler walked into the kitchen and sat at the island. After you but the first batch on the skillet you turned around to get a plate but nearly screamed when you saw him watching you. 

“Oh please, don’t stop because of me. I just came in to see what smelled so good.”

Your face had gotten brick-red and you tried not to stutter. “I was just making pancakes, I woke up and was hungry so I decided to make up breakfast. The others went out somewhere.” Tyler looked at the note Mark had left and gave it a weird look but didn’t say anything else.

He watched you as you continued to make the pancakes, occasionally offering to help, to which you shut him down.

“But you’re the guest, I should be making YOU breakfast.” He got up from his seat and made his way over to you. 

“Really, I don’t mind.” He kept walked closer until you were backed up against the counter and you could feel his breath on your cheek. Both of you started to lean in and you were just a few centimeters apart when you heard the door slam open.

“GUYS! THERE’S A HUGE FUCKING CAT OUT HERE! THIS GUY’S WALKING IT ON A LEASH!!”

Tyler took a step back and huffed, “Dammit Ethan.”

“IT’S SO BIG IT LOOKS LIKE IT SHOULD BE WALKING HIM.”

Tyler had moved to the other end of the kitchen by the time Ethan and Kat had gotten to the kitchen, several bags of food in their hands. They looked at our red faces and smirked at each other but didn’t say anything as they began putting the groceries away. The door opened again and this time Mark and 

Amy walked in and grinned at the two of you.

“Soooo, what did you guys do while we were gone?”

“Um, I made pancakes.”

“Mhm.” Mark squinted his eyes at Tyler and everyone got a plate full of pancakes and took them into the living room, but Tyler stayed back. I was turned away as I got my own plate of food but was interrupted when He spun me around and pressed his lips to my own. It was quick and sweet, and when he pulled away he rested his forehead on mine.

“I think Mark planned this.”

“Me too.” We laughed and were smiling like goofs at each other when Mark slid back into the kitchen.

​​​​​​​"I did!“