jordan you better look at this

TYPES AS FRIENDS (based on my experience, im INFP)

> best friend™
> every infp deserve their own infj
> actually L I S T E N and U N D E R S T A N D
> will also read your shitty stories
> looks like they could kill you but are actually cinnamon rolls
> you never know what are they doing right now, like are they looking over their siblings? are they murdering people? they will never tell you and at this point you are too afraid to ask

> bitch face™ but actually pretty sensitive inside
> writer buddy™
> kinky as fuck
> hidden nerds and fangirls
> kinda judgmental
> have their life together, or at least REALLY LOOK LIKE THEY DO?
> “so I’ve read this fanfic where.. ”

> looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll
> 100% pure innocence
> sensitive as fuck (don’t yell at them)
> hurt inside
> anime nerd
> likes cute things
> graphic designer
> worried about you
> very loyal

> necessary human being
> light of my life
> always drunk and kissing guys at parties
> always so full of energy
> favourtie person
> s m i l e

> mom friend
> worried about you
> will bring you food and notes
> always helps your introverted ass
> very emotionally unstable (at least 5 mood swings per second)
> their feelings controll them so much???
> always says that they will organize everything and end up stressed and overhelmed

> sends you memes
> on 9gag 24/7
> actuall cinnamon roll with the face of a serial killer
> you are afraid to hug them but when you do the world is a better place
> owes like 5 pairs of Nike Jordans and treats them like their children

> smart and awesome
> kinda sad
> best student
> look at you like they judge you but it’s not true (but maybe they do anyway)
> mature and organized

> that white guy™ style
> like they are so funny and annoying at the same time, so awfully annoying
> doesn’t really get anything i say
> good at sports
> will send you outdated normie memes

> 0 scial skills
> probably from the different dimension
> what are they doing? what are they thinking? ??
> you show them a game and check on them a week later and they are like 50+ lvls stronger than you
> same goes for tv shows
> pretty innocent
> just allow them to patronize you, or they will get hurt
> either Fashion Icons or completly random clothing, no in-beetween

> cool kid
> not that cool tho, just another copy of the copy
> with the “cool” squad in the middle school
> afraid to be seen as weird
> remember all the embarrassing things you did
> actually pretty funny
> dumb and intelligent at the same time

Don’t take it personally, lol

How to break the news to the LGBT+ fans
  • The correct way: I love the passion from our fans and that they continue to watch our show, but unfortunately it doesn't look like my character and my coworker's character will be in a romantic relationship. I'm really sorry, I know that's not what you want to hear, and I really hope the fans find the representation they clearly deserve


‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’
‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’
‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’
‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’
‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’
‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’
‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’
‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’
‘  and they were roommates!  ’
‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’
‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’
‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’
‘  bitch disgusting  ’
‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’
‘  so no head?  ’
‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’
‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’
‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’
‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’
‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’
‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’
‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’
‘  look at all those chickens  ’
‘  i smell like beef  ’
‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’
‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’
‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’
‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’
‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’
‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’
‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’
‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’
‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’
‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’
‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’
‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’
‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’
‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’
‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’
‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’
‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’
‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’
‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’
‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’
‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’
‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’
‘  he needs some milk!  ’
‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’
‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’
‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’
‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’
‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’
‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’
‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’
‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’
‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’
‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

Why You Guys Need to Stop Boycotting The 100

Time for a rant:
First off let me say I’m a clexa shipper, so I went through the same thing you guys did when Lexa died. But what I’m about to rant about is more serious than any fictional ship.
Okay, for all of you people who’re not watching The 100 anymore because you’re upset, that’s fine! It’s completely okay to stop watching a show you no longer like. But to you shits who’re actively trying to get The 100 cancelled and boycotting it, stop. Seriously, you guys may think that you’re doing the right thing and trying to stop queer bating but you’re destroying tons of innocent people’s livelihood. You’re trying to cancel a show that’s queer bated, which it bad, but that was a decision that was made by a few. You’re taking away the jobs of tons of people for instance, Eliza Taylor, Lindsey Morgan, Bob Morley, Marie Avgeropoulos, Devon Bostick, Henry Ian Custick, Richard Harmon, Paige Turco, Chris Larkin, Isaiah Washington, Zach McGowan, cinematographer, floor manager, graphics coordinator, stage manager, makeup artists, production manager, technical directors, stunt coordinators, video control operator, composer, colorist, editors, foley artist, costume designer, location manager, production and set designer, etc. Should I go on? And I know what you guys are saying, that they’ll be better off working on something that’s not the show, but not if the show gets cancelled! They’re way less likely to get hired (maybe even ever again) if the show gets cancelled, it looks bad for them. Name one successful actor from a failed tv show. Hmmm, don’t really know anyone do you? And then think about some minor workers on the set who might not even get a job ever again if The 100 gets cancelled. All because you guys had to have a fit and demand the show gets cancelled, stop being a baby and realize that people have jobs and aren’t as privileged to have everything handed to them, they work, and you’re taking away the work from them. It’s as simple as that. Yes, I get you’re upset about Lexa but please look at the bigger picture. So next time I hear someone trying to boycott The 100, you better be ready for me setting a fire in your ass.

The Most Beautiful Man in the World

Summary: Jordan escorts a drunk Stiles home, and finds out a lot more than he expected.

Notes: Oops, I wrote another one of @captain-snark’s prompts. (On AO3)

“Stiles, I think you’ve had enough,” Jordan says as kindly as possible.

“Nope, I definitely haven’t,” Stiles says, slurred but determined. “I can still feel my…feelings.”

“I’ll be lucky if you can still feel your legs,” Jordan grumbles to himself. He takes Stiles’ arm, and gently tugs. “Let’s take you and your feelings home, okay?”

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“Daddy.” The 100 preferences

Bellamy Blake: 

Bellamy was pounding into you at such a hard pace that you couldn’t even think straight. Nails scratching down backs, heavy moans and groans being the only human noises. The rook reeked of sex and before you could even think about what you were saying, the words slipped between your lips. 

“Oh daddy please don’t stop.” Bellamy ceased his thrusts as he stared down at you. Your eyes widened as he looked at you with a slow spreading evil grin. 

“Daddy huh? He smirked as he snapped his hips forward. You let a needy moan out as you stared up at him with pleading eyes. 

“I like that…beg for daddy won’t you princess?” He said as he continued to thrust harshly into you.

John Murphy:

John secretly had a daddy kink and you knew it. He loved to spank and you knew that he loved to be in charge. You decided tonight was the night to confront him. You spent the whole day teasing him with brushes against his crotch and low cut shirts. You were bent over in front of him and he finally snapped. Grabbing your butt causing you to straighten up.

“Princess we need to talk.” He growled. You giggled and turned to face him. 

“Do we ever…daddy.” You whispered as you murmured hotly in his ear. He grabbed your ass with a low groan. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Just try to keep up daddy.” You winked as you strutted away from him leaving him hot on your heels. 

Jasper Jordan: 

Jasper wasn’t prepared at all the moment the word tumbled from your lips. You both stopped as it sunk in what happened. You looked at Jasper with a blush spread across your cheeks in embarrassment.


“Say it again…please.” 

“Daddy…” And with that he was pounding into you. Your nails raked down his back as he slowed down long enough for you to put your legs over his shoulders causing him to get a deeper angle. 

“Oh yeah baby girl…cum for daddy.” 

Monty Green: 

Monty had been wanting to have a night where the both of you could try out kinks. You both made a list and at the top of his you read ‘Daddy Kink’. You smirked as you looked at him.

“You want me to call you daddy?” He squirmed. You giggled as you crawled on top of him. “Don’t you like that daddy?” You asked innocently. He grabbed your face with a growl as you almost gasped. 

“You better be ready princess…daddy doesn’t plan on stopping.” 

Drunk | Sweet pea smut

Summary: You get a little drunk and sleep with sweet pea

A/N: I have no idea where this came from. I was working on a request when this came out, don’t worry I’ll finish the requests soon for now I hope you enjoy this!

You were drunk. You weren’t drunk often but you really needed to forget. Your parents had kicked you out after finding out you were a serpent so you had to move in with Jughead, who was friendly enough to take you in. You were really upset that your family had just left you like that which is exactly why you had to drink.

You were dancing and having a good time with Toni and Jughead when Fangs and Sweet pea made their way over to you, Sweets was kinda drunk aswell. It might have been the alcohol that clouded your mind but he had never looked hotter than right now. The leather jacket, the rings, the permanent smirk on his face and his snake tattoo staring right at you. You wanted to jump the tall serpent right then adn there, you had no idea what had gotten into you. You never really were someone to think like that.

‘‘Anyone wanna join me for a smoke?’‘ Sweet pea had already grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You nodded and followed him outside. Nobody else wanted to go smoke so it was just the two of you now. He sat down on his motorcycle and lit his cigarette. You stood in front of him doing the same, staring at the tall serpent in front of you. He looked incredibly hot with the cigarette in his mouth and you were wondering what he would taste like. ‘‘You alright y/n?’‘ You got out of your trance and giggled ‘‘I’m fineee sweettss’‘ you slurred. He laughed at your behaviour and blew out some smoke.

Everything he did was turning you on for some reason. You had never been this attracted to someone ever before, you had Always thought he was attractive but you had never felt this need you had. You couldn’t help yourself any longer and kissed him. He was taked aback by the situation but kissed you back eagerly after the shock. He dropped his cigarettes and moved his hands to your ass, roughly kneeding it. Your hands were in his hair, he tasted like alcohol and cigarettes and it was intoxicating. ‘‘Let’s go back to my place’‘ you said after pulling away. The two of you were breathing heavily and he nodded quickly. You got on the back of his motorcycle and the two of you rode to Jughead’s trailer.

You texted Toni saying there was an emergency and the two of you had to leave. You opened the door and his lips were on your again before you knew it. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around him as the two of you stumbled through the trailer trying to get to the nearest flat service. He sat you down on the diningtable and started attacking your neck making you moan loudly. He was sucking on the right spot and you slightly pulled his hair as he left his mark on you.

You got rid of his jacket and the two of you removed your shirts. You kissed him again eagerly and he lifted your skirt, you knew it was a good idea to wear a skirt today. He pushed aside your panties and teased you a little before actually inserting his fingers inside of you. He kissed your neck again while fingering you, the soft moans you left near his ear only fueling him more. Everything about the moment was amazing. He was keeping up a great pace while kissing and sucking your neck adding to the pleasure. He pulled away after a few minutes asking you to jump up again. 

He guided the two of you to a bed and laid you down. He quickly grabbed a condom and got rid of his jeans. You had gotten rid of your skirt and panties by the time he was finished and couldn’t wait for him to actually get inside of you. He thrusted into you slowly, letting him adjust to his size. He let out a low groan as he entered you and you couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy it sounded. He quickened his pace a little, moand falling from your lips ‘‘Faster baby please I need you to go faster’‘ Sweet pea happily obliged as he started pounding into you, getting more rough. You were lost in the pleasure moaning out his name, turning him on even more. He was groaning and grunting and the sounds he made added to the pleasure you were already feeling.

‘‘BabyI am so close god you feel so good inside of me’‘ He used one hand to massage your clit a little to stimulate it ‘‘Come for me princess, you look so beautiful like this, taking my dick like that’‘ You moaned loudly ‘‘That’s it babygirl come for me’‘ That drove you over the edge as you screamed his name. He came soon afte with a low groan. The two of you got dressed quickly, scared that Jughead could come home at any second.

And as expected he arrived home soon after. ‘‘So what was the emergency?’‘ You looked at him in surprise before realizing you had used that as an excuse to get away ‘‘I was not feeling great, Sweet pea helped me feel better’‘ The raven haired guy beside you tried to hold in a grin, Jughead had no idea.

Jughead nodded and Sweet pea said his goodbyes to the both of you, giving you a small wink before leaving. You grabbed a glass of water when Jughead looked at you ‘‘Wait is that a hickey?’‘ 


Previously 🏫

Anthony: All right boys and girls, settle down. I’m Anthony Rhodes, your history teacher. I will be responsible for your class for the next three years. If you have any problem of some sort, you can come talk to me. I really do hope we can spend these three years without much trouble.

Danielle: Did he not see the student’s list? Of course, there’s gonna be trouble. I mean, last year some dude that’s now in this class beat a kid up with a tree branch…

“Oh, crap… I’m the first one on the list. He’s gonna make me do a presentation. And the first person never knows what to say. This is it. Here’s to every chance of remaining invisible. It lasted a full 2 minutes.”

Anthony: Abigail? Abigail Jordan?

Abigail: Uhm… That would be me.

Torn Part 2

Originally posted by daddyholm

Originally posted by you-lost-her-idiot

Prompt: You’re Parrish’s girlfriend and you catch him getting way too close to Lydia. (whoops)

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader , Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish

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We’ll Manage [Jordan Fisher x Reader]

Summary: Reader has to ask Jordan to go with her to a family gathering after they break up.

Word count: 2,682

Warnings: None, I mean… Two swear words?

A/N: This one turned out longer than I expected, but also one of my favorites. Shoutout to @protecting-my-legacy​ (#strawberriesandcheese) and the anons that requested more Jordan because I! LOVE! WRITING! FOR! HIM! Hope y’all like it too <3

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“Just text him, it won’t kill you!” Your best friend handed you your phone, but you denied.

“Are you insane? I can’t just text him! We broke up only a few weeks ago, I can’t just start asking for favors.” You still felt a knot on your throat when saying those words. The break-up wasn’t something you wanted, but it was something you both agreed on: Jordan had a very busy schedule, you were struggling to keep college and a healthy relationship with him at the same time, it was just not working.

“Well, you can tell your whole family you broke up with your grandmother’s favorite son-in-law…” Your look to her was enough for her voice to go lower as the sentence went on. It was true, your whole family loved Jordan almost as much as you did. When you first introduced him on a family reunion at your aunt’s birthday, your younger cousins recognized him from the TV, and soon enough he was giving everyone an acoustic performance of whatever songs your family wanted him to play, your older cousin playing the guitar.

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You Dated Who?!

Requested by an anon

Summary: Bruce finds out that batmom dated Hal Jordan before him.

Warning(s): None

-”Well obviously you upgraded.”

-It was kind of one of those things where you start dating but realize you’re better off as just friends.

-And for you and Hal it held true, you were still friends.

-Hal recognizes you the second he enters the batcave(not like your disguise was the best anyways.)


-You and Hal hadn’t even been intimate, the most you did was a heated, slightly awkward make out session.

-Hal would never let Bruce know that though.

-”They look great in green, don’t they Batsy?” *waggles eyebrows*

-You’re slightly afraid Bruce is going to snap and just left-hook Hal some day for his comments.

-Every now and then you’ll add in a comment as well, even when Hal isn’t around.

-”Y’know Hal could…-”


-Dressing up as Green Lantern for Halloween just to see Bruce grumble about it.

-Basically just randomly buying Green Lantern merchandise to piss Bruce off.

-Little things though, like the GL keychain you have, or look at that, your new toothbrush has GL on it.

-You never even point them out, you let Bruce notice them on his own an he grumbles before replacing your toothbrush with a plain one.

-Deep, deep down, you may just be wanting to see the two of them wrestle each other, but then reality sets back in when you realize how mangled Hal’s body would be.

-Your friendship with Hal after your breakup obviously means you become friends with Barry.

-More grumbling from Bruce ensues.

-Eventually you do tell him that your relationship with Hal was nothing serious.

-Guess who makes fun of who now.

-”At least I made it to second base.”

Reasons why I think people ship Syndisparklez part 2:

Part 1 here

1. Reactions to the first kiss:

- Jordan’s reaction included noises that sound like he didn’t think he’d like it and then it was surprisingly pleasing (at 15:05, the link already has the time built in):

Also here’s the excerpt:

Another important thing is that Jordan said he wasn’t drunk, which made us realize that it was a lot more consensual then we thought in the first place (yes, there were posts talking about how the whole thing was problematic and people wrote fics about how Jordan was so drunk he couldn’t even stand up. So knowing he was fairly sober made me and a lot of people feel much better about the whole situation). Also Tom said he didn’t have a hangover, which made us believe he wasn’t really drunk either ( - at 3:46).

- Tom’s reaction was that he really liked it:

2. New York:

- Unfortunately those who missed the livestream probably won’t ever see all the Syndisparklez moments that happened that night. The audio was terrible (I mean seriously, the organizers of the event were really unprofessional) so Jordan decided not to upload his stream even though he had better audio than Tom. 

Tom did upload his: (there’s also a part 1 that’s only 24 minutes long cause his stream crashed, I don’t remember if there are Syndisparklez moments in there, you’re welcome to check), but just beware of really bad audio quality, you can barely hear him and Jordan even less. The bummer is that on Jordan’s stream you could hear both of them but he didn’t upload it. If anyone recorded the stream that night, could you please let us know?

- But there’s one screenshot I took at the end (which isn’t on Tom’s stream but was on Jordan’s) where Tom couldn’t hold back any longer and tickled Jordan’s shoulder:

Screenshots of the tickle that smorescake took (at least I think so; it was posted on their blog):

- Tom’s vlog of the day they spent together at New York is full of Syndisparklez stuff:

Video highlights of the vlog:

Look at his pants, they’re ridiculous:

This is the most romantic walk to the toilet:

Other highlights: 

  •  I love you to pieces:
    Tom: Jordan listen, listen, listen alright? I love you to pieces…
    Jordan: By the way…
    Tom: No green shorts, but… *zooms in on Jordan’s ‘shoes’*
    Jordan: What are thoooose?
    Tom: *What* *are* those*? I’m not even doing the ‘what are those’. I’m genuinely asking. Are they loafers?
    Jordan: I don’t know what you call them.
    Tom: Loafers. You’re a loaf of bread.
  • Tom searching desperately for Jordan cause he loses sight of him for a second.
  • Tom zooming in way too close on Jordan’s face quite a few times.

3. Conventions in June 2016:

- Tom texted Jordan while drunk asking him to loan his house for a party (2:27):

  • Tom: Hey, if I did ever do it I’d give you buttery nipples all night long.
    Jordan: Mmmmm, oh that’s…
    Tom: In a sexual term.
    Jordan: That’s more tempting.

- He asked Jordan to give him a return kiss and looked really bummed out when Jordan backed out and walked away (6:14):

Excerpt instead of whole video:

  • Tom: sneaks up behind Jordan with his phone recording so Jordan sees the phone right in front of his face before he sees Tom
    Jordan: Oh! Hi!
    Tom: laughs
    Jordan: That was abrupt.
    Tom: Do I get a kiss now? turns his cheek to Jordan You gotta return the favor. taps his cheek
    Jordan: stares at the camera awkwardly
    Tom: Jor… looking dejected
    Person behind camera: Ooh, ooh…
    Jordan: opens mouth as if to say something, still looking really awkward, then closes his mouth and backs right out of the frame and walks away
    Tom: walks forward looking really sad

4. Pokemon GO:

- Highlights from the Pokemon GO adventures that Jordan and Tom had with their friends:


Tom comes back to Los Angeles and Jordan stars in two of his vlogs. In them they both act like boyfriends.

Highlights from the first video (

  • Tom: (sees Mclaren) Oh my gosh Jordan you fucking sexual man!
    Tom: Can I have your baby?
    Jordan: Um if you want…
    Tom: Can I have your baby?
    Jordan: I know a lot of…
    Tom: Dude we’ve already been shipped. We’ve already been shipped!
    Jordan: A lot of people on tumblr would love that.
    Tom: Yeah, can we have babies then? (Jordan: ye, yeah) Can I have your babies (Jordan: yeah) and can this (points at Mclaren) be my, be my present to be your husband? (Jordan grins and nods: yeah)
    Miniladd: Can I be in the background to make weird faces again?
    Tom: God you shit! (I think? I didn’t hear it well)

    (conversation copied from my post on my main blog:

  • They act soft around each other.
  • Jordan grinning when Tom points the camera at him and then laughing in happiness at the grin:
  • Tom has visible hickeys at the end of the video:

Highlights from the second video ( - 9:49, before that he goes iceskating with other people):

Bonus stuff:

- Twitter since December:

‘Get a cleaner side shave and I’d fuck you (no homo)’ -

‘You look like Dwayne Johnson’ -

‘I’d love to skeet with you’ -

‘Will gladly compare dick sizes’ -

‘Thanks bae’ -

‘Date night *smirk*’ -

*kisses pp better* -

pp kissing ship support -

‘Will you be my valentine?’ -

- Tom feeling Jordan’s abs:

- Tom kissing other men (plus being extremely flirty and making gay jokes - not the homophobic kind - throughout the videos):

Also here’s a playlist I made of all the Syndisparklez vlogs:

Torn Part 10

Originally posted by showandwrite

Originally posted by malumsexual

Prompt: You’re Parrish’s girlfriend and you catch him getting way too close to Lydia. (whoops)

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader , Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish


1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

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Originally posted by midnightinparis

Originally posted by ilovemarrish

Request: Well, I wanted to know if you could make a history with Parrish, i know your Stories are most of the Hales, but, pleaaasse, a story That he fell in love with you (NSFW? ) heh

Author’s Note: So, this request has been in my inbox for awhile and I haven’t had any idea what to do with it. Until now! I used the holiday weekend for a little inspiration and I really hope you like what I came up with! This is written from a different POV than I usually do, but it just felt right this way. Please give me some feedback and let me know what you thought about it! Enjoy J

Warnings: Language; slight smut; fluffiness


The first time Jordan saw you, you were sitting on a blanket by yourself, head tilted toward the sky as the fireworks went off. The explosions were turning your skin all kinds of mystical colors, making it impossible for him to draw his eyes away.

He watched as you stared at the fireworks above, absolutely mesmerized. Just like he was with you. He wondered idly if you were alone, not wanting to ruin a family outing or something of the like. After observing for several minutes (just glances here and there, nothing creepy), he finally decided that you were, in fact, alone. Which struck him as odd, someone attending a fireworks show for the 4th by themselves.

He would just have to change that, he thought.

The nerves fluttered in his chest as he made the decision to walk over, telling his buddies he was heading out. The closer he got, the better he could see you, and the harder it became for him to breathe properly. What the hell was he supposed to do when he sat next to you if he was this worked up just being at a distance?

“Hey,” he said, barely diverting your attention from the fireworks. Your eyes looked him over carefully before you offered a small smile.


“I saw that you were alone over here,” Jordan ventured, running a hand over the back of his neck as a blush colored his cheeks with his admission. He was glad it was dark out and you probably couldn’t see it. Or maybe you thought it was just the color from the fireworks. “Mind if I join you?”

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anonymous asked:

Jax question about confidence? I've seen you shave your head a lot and as a Brother who recently noticed he's going bald I need a pep talk. I used to rock dreads and twists and now I'm losin my hair and I feel like shit. I want to be confident but im scared and I dont know what the girls will think. Any Advice or help you really inspire me Jordan

Well my Friend I’ll say this dont worry about it too much. Just accept it and shave it. I know what you are thinking 

“I’m Bald so all I’m gonna hear from my friends is that Stupid Spongebob meme”

But heres the thing that you just gave me which should give you an Ego Boost.


 and No one can give em shit because so many of them do it just cause they like the feeling and if they dont they Still Own it!

For example if you ever feel bad about being Bald Just remember some of the Greatest folks around are.

Michael Jordan

Tupac Shakur

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Dwayne The Rock Johnson


Terry Crews

Luke Cage

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Brandon Carter

Shaun T

Jordan “JaxBlade” Downs

Its SOOOOo COMMON for Brothers to shave the Head so if anyone gave ya shit you’d could easily give em the stare like

Also think now how much money you can save on Haircuts. Also make sure you shave the whole thing off if you do it. Dont have a spot like Mr. Poe did in the Series of Unfortunate events. Just clean it off.

Also No Racial I have a white friend who recently lost their hair and they said that for white folks its better if they shave it clean and grow a goatee or beard

like Stone Cold Steve Austin

Or walter white

Originally posted by ihiphop

But rememeber some people look WAAY better without Hair like the Rock

Also for the Lady thing I’m not sure on that so why just ask the ladies what they think of a shaved head SO ANY LADIES READING THIS give your feedback lol But hope this post boosted your self esteem and remember you can always say you trained and got too strong ^_^

Help Me Get The Girl Part 5 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,474

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hi! It took me forever to finish this because I knew where I wanted to go, I just wasn’t sure of how to get there!  Luckily I got where I needed to go and this is where everything is truly going to start taking off.  I hope you enjoy it!

Your POV:

I was dreading the next day, knowing that Grayson and I were going to have to face each other.  I had stayed up on the phone with Ethan, crying over something I couldn’t understand, and he never asked me to explain; he comforted me and listened to my hiccups through each sob.

My car was full functioning now so I was able to bring Theo and I to school for the first time in weeks.  When Theo jumped out of the car he was instantly called over by a boy and girl that I had never seen before.  He beamed at them, his hand waving back and forth in the air.  He turned to me and smiled before jogging off to join them. It was nice to know that he had found friends to hang out with, but I was a little disappointed that he didn’t tell me about them.  Theo and I had a very open relationship; we always told each other everything.

Walking past them still smiling, I made my way into the school.  It was a bit odd because Grace was usually waiting for me right outside the door, but this time she was nowhere to be found.  Shrugging it off, I headed through the doors and straight to my locker.  Grace wasn’t there either so I was starting to wonder if she stayed at home.  Grace would normally let me know when she was staying home, so to me this whole situation was odd.

I whipped my backpack so that it was now resting against the front of my body. My hand was fishing through it for my phone when a burst of laughter from two familiar voices caught my attention. My eyes instantly snapped up to find Grayson and Grace walking in my direction.  Her arm was wrapped through his, her fingers dancing against his skin. His eyes were trained on her with admiration, the most genuine smile spread across his face.  Who knew that after mentioning him once she would hop on the Grayson train and become the conductor.

The pulled to a stop at my locker, still looking into each other’s eyes.  It was not cute and was super annoying.  I stood there waiting for them to say something, do something, or at least look at me.  It was like I was watching some cheesy chick-flick that was in the $3 bin at Walmart.

“Do you guys need something?” I snapped them from their dream world.  I had been in the school for all of 2 minutes and I was already irritable.

Grace giggled, “Sorry, we came to say hi but Grayson told me about your freak out at the pond in the forest and his interpretation of you was hilarious.”

I opened the filing cabinet in my brain, trying to find what she was talking about.  I didn’t remember freaking out at the pond.  If he’s referring to being splashed, that wasn’t a freak out.

“What freak out?” I questioned.

Grace unhooked herself from Grayson, “Don’t touch me!  I don’t want you to touch me!” she mocked.  “Since when do you do that?  It’s Grayson, what did you think he was going to do?” she laughed. I could tell that she wasn’t trying to be mean.  It was Grace; we laughed about stuff like this all the time.  But, this time it was different.  I was embarrassed and couldn’t even look Gray in the eye.  He didn’t know why I behaved like that, but I didn’t appreciate him making fun of me just to impress her.

I faked a smile, my lips tight in frustration, “Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I drifted off into LaLa Land or something.” I put my backpack in my locker, pulling out the books that I would need for class.  “Anyway, I have to get to class.  Have you seen Ethan?  We usually walk together.”

Grayson’s smile faltered, slowly morphing into a flat lined face, “He stopped into Ms. Evan’s classroom to talk to her about extra credit.”

“Thanks, Gray.” I muttered as I tried to pass them.

“Hey,” he gently grabbed my arm.  “We still need to talk.” He whispered.

I raised my eyebrows, “Then talk.” My petty ass was over the day already and just wanted to get away from these two love birds.

“You know we can’t right now.” He growled, leaning in closer to me.

“Then find me later.  I’m going to class.” With that I walked away, my focus on finding Ethan and hiding my face for the rest of the day.

I made my way to Ms. Evan’s room, but I found myself being stopped by the person I cared for least in this world…

Jordan Kooser.

Jordan Kooser who has been catcalling me since I was 15.

Jordan Kooser who has asked me out on a date 25 times.

Jordan Kooser who sent me an unwanted dick pic.

Jordan Kooser who Grayson thought I lost my virginity to.

Jordan Kooser who was the biggest egotistical maniac you will ever meet.

“Hey, Y/n.  Looking hot as usual.” He put his arm across me, placing it against the lockers so that I couldn’t continue to walk.  “You’d look even better with me on your side.”

I sighed, my face turning away from him, “I don’t know about that, Jordan.”

“Look, baby, just one date.  You, me, tonight—the movies.” He licked his lower lip before bringing it between his teeth, trying to seduce me.

“Jordan, we’ve been through this before, I’m not interested.  Sorry.” I tried to move around him only to have him step in my path.

He let out a sadistic chuckle, “I don’t think you understand,” he leaned in closer, “I’m done chasing after you like a puppy, I’m taking what I want, now. You and I are going to the movies tonight.  Got it?”

“No.” I deadpanned.  “I’m not going anywhere with you.  It’s not my fault that you can’t take a hint.  Now get out of my way before I kick you in the balls.”  I kept eye contact with him the whole time I spoke. No one, and I mean no one was going to try to control me.

“Listen here…”

“She doesn’t want your pencil dick, Kooser.  Move along!” Ethan’s voice rang out.  He hooked his arm around my shoulders and began to guide me away from him. “Go stare at yourself in the mirror some more pretty boy.  Y/n and I are going to go make out in the janitor’s closet.”

I hid my red cheeked face into his shoulder trying to stifle a laugh.  He squeezed me closer as he continued to walk us towards our English class.  As sure as I was that I would have gotten out of that situation damage free as I usually do, I was happy that Ethan was there to help me out.  Kooser always managed to backdown when Ethan was around.  And though Ethan was smaller than him Jordan was still a bit intimidated by him.

“Thanks, E.” I said as we entered the classroom, taking our seats that were right inside the door.

“Anytime.  Kooser is a creep and needs to learn when he’s not wanted.” He explained. “Oh!  By the way, Gray and I are having a get together tonight so it’s expected that you come.”

I rolled my eyes, “Every time you say you’re having a get together, it’s a party. I’m not dealing with a party on a school night.”

“It’s not a party, I promise.” He held his hands up.  My face mimicked his, sarcasm nearly seeping through my skin. “It’s not!  It’s just a gathering.”

Sure, Ethan… a gathering.


For the first time ever, Ethan didn’t lie.  There were only a few of us at their place sitting around the fire pit. Grace and I were sat next to each other, across from us Carter Tenpa (a friend of Gray and E’s) and his girlfriend Erika Clark.  Grayson and Ethan were inside getting drinks with the help of Logan who was in our English class with us.

Needing to use the restroom, I dismissed myself right as Ethan and Logan were returning with our drinks.  Ethan offered to set mine next to my spot so that I had it when came back out.  Seeing Grayson still at the kitchen counter gathering a few things, I tried my best to move through the house quietly to remain unseen.

“Y/n!” he called out to me.  It was like he had a sixth sense because I was quiet as a mouse.

“Grayson!” I called back a bit to cheery.  I immediately mentally scolded myself for being so obvious.  “How are you?”  my voice was a bit shaky.

“You would know if you hadn’t avoided me all day.” He glared at me.

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” I lied.

Bothered, his face was expressionless, showing me that he could read me like a book.  “You were avoiding me.  We need to talk.  Not only about the Grace situation, but also about what’s going through your head.”

“Can’t.  Going to the bathroom.” I started to walk away.

“Meet me in my room after.” He demanded, his voice full of authority.

“Fine!  Gosh!” I shouted like a child as I walked up the stairs to use the restroom conveniently located across from his bedroom.

I took my sweet time going to the restroom even though I was done within a minute.  I stretched out washing my hands for 3 minutes like the professional procrastinator that I am.  Once I finally decided that I needed to face him, I exited the restroom and went straight into his room.

He was sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands.  I leaned against the doorframe, not quite willing to enter. His head lifted, his eyes drifting towards me.  He started to stand up, but once I started to move closer to him he sat back down. Hesitantly, I sat next to him on the bed, leaving a few inches between the two of us.

“Forget talking about Grace.  What’s going on with you?” his voice was full of sincerity.  

I huffed, “Nothing’s going on.  I’m just tired.”

“You’re not just tired.” He raised his voice.  “You’re mad at me!  Why are you mad at me?” he stood up, facing me.

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/n!” he cut me off.  “You’re lying to me and I don’t appreciate it!”



“It is though!” I whispered, trying not to cry.  “You used making fun of me to gain brownie points with her.  That wasn’t part of the deal!”

He threw his arms up, “You’re being sensitive.”

“I may be being sensitive, but does that make it okay?” I asked in disbelief.

His eyes focused on the floor, guilt washing over his face.  Grayson was always one to admit when he made a mistake. This time it took him a bit longer than usual, but he was accepting that what he did was wrong.

“I’m sorry.  I just wanted to make her laugh.  I wanted her to smile because of me and it just kind of came out.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I would never purposely hurt you.” He stepped closer to my now standing body.  “I’m sorry that I took your smile away today.”

“Ethan gave me a new one.” I teased, my mood lifting a bit.

He let out a deep sigh, “By the way, I am sorry about that whole situation. I had no right to react like that. I don’t even know why I was mad to be honest.”

“You’re right.  You didn’t.” I stated in return.

“And I apologize.” He sent me a small smile.  That smile could make me melt.  The warmth I experienced at the pond with him started to move through my body again, this time without physical contact.  I instinctively took a step back, my vulnerable heart building up a wall as it did the last time.  “Are you okay?” he stepped forward, causing me to take another step back.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head trying to break myself out of it.  “I’m fine.”

He grabbed my hand, “You seem unsure of that.”

“That’s because I am.” I pulled my shaky hand from his.  “I’m going to head back down.” I told him, but I still didn’t move.  It was like I was frozen in my place.

“Stay, talk to me.  This isn’t the Y/n I know.” He was trying so hard to be gentle with me and all I wanted to do was retreat, retreat, retreat.  As I started to back out of the room, he continued to follow me.  But the further I moved away, the more he slowed down.

“Let’s go join everyone.  Grace is down there!  She’s been talking about this movie she wants to see, maybe tonight you can ask her to go with you!” I started to ramble, wanting to remove myself from the situation.

“Y/n, stop!” he shouted.  “I told you this isn’t about Grace right now!  It’s about you!”

“I don’t care, Grayson!  I want to join everyone else!  Tonight is supposed to be fun not some soap opera.  Quit worrying about my dramatic ass and let’s go have a good time!” I took a deep breath, “Please.”

“I just want you to be happy.” He looked so upset that I just wanted to pull him into my arms and never let go.

“I am happy!  I’m happy because I’m with my friends, and my brother is safe, and my family loves me. I have so many reasons to be happy. You’re reading too into things and it’s making me anxious.  If we could just return to our normal selves—that’d be great.” I pleaded, trying to bring this conversation to a close.

Finally he caved in, “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I clapped my hands together, “Then we’re set!  You’re happy, I’m happy, everyone else is happy!  We are a happy bunch of goons!”

He finally let out a laugh, his arms wrapping around me for a hug.  He caught me off guard, but I suppressed my feelings that told me to run away and held it together.  I gave him a quick squeeze and as we pulled back I received the ultimate surprise.

Grayson placed his hands on the sides of my face, pulled me in, and planted a small kiss against my lips.  We both separated wide-eyed, jaws dropped to the floor.

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

“What the fuck?” Grayson asked himself.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” another voice called from behind me.

I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Ethan Grant Dolan.


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King and Queen- Josh Dun

Request-  Can you do one where Josh and Y/N are 10 years apart? He’s 28 and she’s 18 and a lot of fans are giving them shit but both their families, Tyler and Jenna are super supportive Because Y/N treats Josh like a freaking King and she’s mature for her age

“Y/N I love your senior quote in the yearbook. It’s so poetic. I’m shocked you didn’t pick a quote from a Twenty One Pilots song.” Your friend Maddie told you.

“Yeah, I just really liked this quote better. Also I thought I would be a little weird to quote my bo-” you cut yourself off from saying anymore.

Nobody but your parents,Tyler, Jenna, and his family knew about you and Josh’s relationship and you weren’t planning on telling anyone soon.

“Your what? Fantasy boyfriend Josh?” She teased.

“Yeah. Exactly.” You pushed it off not wanting to let it slip that you have been dating Josh for the past 15 months.

You had met Josh about over a year ago at a club. You were underage and used a fake I.D. to get in. You saw Josh from across the club and his bright pink hair caught your eye. He came over to you and started to talk to you and the both of you instantly had a connection. He didn’t know you were only 17 at the time until he asked if you wanted to head back to his place. That’s when you warned him that you were only 17. He didn’t care, because he wanted to get to know you more than to have sex with you. You were pretty mature for your age and the connection you two had made the age difference seem like nothing.

After hanging out and going on small dates for about 2 months Josh finally asked you out. You didn’t want to tell your parents, fearing they would say it was unacceptable that you were dating someone 10 years older than you. Josh insisted saying it was the right thing to do. They took it fairly well just warning Josh to not mess anything up.

Now 15 months into the relationship you were about to walk across the stage of you high school and be in the real world. You were excited, because that meant you and the yellow haired boy you loved so much can go far away for a bit together.

Your friends were all fans of Twenty One Pilots and whenever they brought them up you so badly wanted to talk about Josh. When your friend went on about how hot Josh was you got a bit jealous, but she didn’t know you were dating so you couldn’t be mad. When Josh went on tour you facetimed nightly and he made sure to stop by whenever he had a day off to see you. You and all your friends went to the concert that was closest to you and when you went missing after the show you had to come up with an excuse that you got sick and your mom came to pick you up, when really you were hanging out Tyler, Jenna, and Josh then later went to Josh’s hotel room for some “privacy”.

Everyone who knew about you two were super nice about it and often forgot you were still in high school. You talked about mature topics and you got along with everyone. Jenna and you were extremely close too. She always said you were like her long lost twin.

When you turned 18 Josh made sure to see you and spend as much time with you as possible. It was hard since he spent a lot of time on the road, but you didn’t mind, your facetime dates were always some of the best.

It was the night before your graduation and you were on the phone with Josh. It was one of your usual facetime dates. He was at the airport on his way back to you and you laid on your bed taking in the sight of your boyfriend.

“So you excited to graduate babe?” he asked.

“Yup, but I’m more excited to see you.” you said.

“I know. Only 11 hours, 45 minutes and 43 seconds.” Josh said looking down at his watch.

“That’s cute you have a count down.”

“I’m always counting down for you baby.” he said and you laughed.

“I love you, but it’s getting late and I should probably sleep.” you said while yawning.

“Alright. Good night love.” he said blowing you a kiss then hanging up.

You fell asleep and before you knew it the feeling of lips on your forehead woke you up.

“Josh.” you nearly tackled him with a kiss.

“Good morning beautiful.” he said before kissing you again.

“I’m so glad you’re here” you said hugging him close.

“I know and although I would love to hold you all day, it’s almost 10 and you need to get ready.” he said letting you go.

You frowned before walking over to your vanity where you started your makeup. After 2 hours of makeup, hair, and conversation you were finally ready.

“Wow, you look stunning.” Josh said before kissing your lips deeply, then there was a knock on your door and you mom came in.

“Sorry to barge in, but we have to go. Oh Josh It’s good to see you.” she said hugging Josh.

“You too. Now you heard her Y/N, go get our graduate butt in the car.” he said and you rolled your eyes while walking out of your bedroom and downstairs.

Once at the ceremony you had to part ways with Josh early and you left him with your parents. They all got along quite well so you had nothing to worry about. It was better if he wasn’t near you, because you didn’t want anyone knowing you were dating. You hoped nobody recognized him or asked who he was with.

You met up with a few friends and took a seat. After waiting for a while Maddie nudged you.

“Y/N look there is someone with Yellow hair over there.” she said pointing to Josh. “what if it’s Josh Dun.” she laughed.

“Maddie stop, why would Josh Dun be here.” you said then changed the topic again.

It was finally time for your name to be called so you could walk across the stage.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” the speaker said and many cheers were heard.

You knew Josh was cheering and it made you happy knowing he had come.

Once the rest of the ceremony ended you quickly found Josh and your family (thanks to his hair).

“Y/N congratulations.” Josh hugged you tight.

“Thanks, but keep it casual.” you whispered in his ear and he let go of you.

“So let’s get out of here before anyone recognizes Josh. We’ll do pictures back at home.” your dad said.

You and Josh walked back to the car distance between the two of you. It was times like these that it was hard to not be able to hold hands with your boyfriend or simply walk next to him, but it was better this way.

Once you got in the car you pulled out your phone that was buzzing like crazy.

There was a bunch of texts from your friend Maddie telling you to look at Josh’s snapchat story. You immediately opened snapchat and went to Josh’s snapchat story. There was a 10 second video of your name being called while you crossed the stage and him cheering.

“JOSH.” you said while hitting his knee.

“What?” he asked confused.

“Why did you put this on your story?” you asked while playing the video again.

“Oh shit. I meant to send that to Jordan and Ashley. I’ll take it down.”

“Josh I bet a lot of people already saw it. What are we going to do?” you aid franticly.

“I say just leave it. Let people guess who you are. I mean it’s only a matter of time before people catch on.” he said calmly, helping you calm down.

“You’re right. Plus people are just going to think I’m like your younger cousin or something. Which is gonna be weird when they find out we’re dating.” you said and Josh laughed.

“See it’ll all work out. Now let’s go back to your house and party.” he said pumping his fist in the air.

-2 months later-

“Y/N, I’m so glad you and Josh decided to make your relationship public. It’s so exciting being able to go out with the both of you and not have an awkward distance between the two of you.” Jenna told you.

“Yeah it’s great.” you said with a fake smiling.

“What’s wrong?” she asked sitting down next to you.

You sat there and listened to the song playing in the background for a minute before answering.

“Just people say things about us and our relationship and they don’t even know anything about me. People say I pay for Josh to date me and I’m probably a complete nag being 10 years younger than him and all.”

“You can’t listen to them. They all just want to be in your shoes. Josh loves you and you’re not a nag at all. I often forget you’re even younger than us. You’re very mature and I know for a fact that they don’t know the first thing about you. If they saw how much of a king you treat Josh, they would love you. I think once you give it some time, they will warm up to you.” Jenna told you and the music ended.

You saw the two boys running off stage so you stood. Josh opened his arms for a hug and you dodged him, but he still got a hold of you.

“Ew, you’re all sweaty and gross.” you whined trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“Say you love me and I’ll let go.” he told you and you laughed.

“I love you.” you rushed.

“Say it and mean it.” he told you.

“I love you.” you said slower then kissed him.

“That’s better.” he said letting you go.

“So adorable.” Tyler said walking away with Jenna following him.

No it was just you and Josh. well there were other people around, but it just felt like the two of you. It always did.

“I always mean it when I say it.” you said.

“I love you too.” he said kissing you again. “Now you need a shower and so do I. What do you say we save some water and take one shower.” he said with a smirk on his face pulling you along to the shower.

He really was your king and you were his queen. You didn’t care what his fans said. They didn’t understand and they never. They didn’t know you but Josh did and his opinion was the only one that mattered to you.

Preference 4: Grind

Anon: Ok you write like the best teen wolf smut I’ve seen, so could you pretty please write more preferences, something with smut yet really gentle and full of fluff ? If u do it I’ll love you a lot

Thank you for the request Anon, I hope you like it! Quick question: Are any of you on wattpad? I’m writing a book and if you’d like to read it I’ll share the link! 

Derek: There was no way in hell you could string a coherent thought together let alone remember his name. But he tasted heaven sent, maybe hell sent, you couldn’t decide with the sound of his moan still ringing in your ears. He just felt good, so good pressed against you so deliciously. You gasped when you felt him, the hard rigidity of his length digging into you. His muscles were shifting beneath your palm, flexing as he ground his hips into yours. Fuck, you breathed, clutching on to the nape of his neck. “(Y/N).” he grunted, pulling you further under him. His kisses were bruising, his hands a wildfire on your skin. Everything he breathed, pushed, licked, and nipped, made your spine electric and your legs tremble. The wall of muscle clutched your hips with a fervid need, his breath hitching and eyes rolling back. He rolled your hips over him languidly, dragging out the feeling agonizingly slow. He looked like an angel when he let go, letting his mouth go slack against the moan that ripped its way past his throat. 

Brett: He tasted like smooth whiskey, deep sour whiskey. It made your head spin from the flavor alone. “Is this okay?” He mumbled, holding you close. You were in his room, the dark moon barely casting enough light to see the lines of his face. He was so close. You nodded, tugging on the hem of his shirt, “Yes.” The word burned his bones, set his hands into motion. He grasped at your waist, walking to his bed. He lifted you slowly over his hips, sinking into the mattress with such a quiet reserve you felt like something was going to snap the moment your back meet the sheets. He pulled away, looming over you. Brett’s hand climbed up your waist, sliding over your left breast and under your chin. His thumb pressed your head to the side, making you glance away. Your heart was in your throat, the anticipation was suffocating and the way he studied you made your mind spin. Hid palm slid away, fingers brushing a path down your side until it circled a hip. One second you were against the bed, the next you were straddling him, his torso a smooth expanse of exposed flesh. Brett’s clear eyes were dark as they studied your frame, his gaze conquering every inch of skin and committing it to memory. He let himself succumb to the feeling of your warm weight, and how you preciously hovered over his aching cock, afraid. With a heated gaze you sat over him, feeling the length press into you. It made your stomach coil. He let you move as slowly as you wanted, savoring every inch you glided over. He let you move. Brett let you take control. 

Scott: The moment he saw you in his sweater and your underwear, something primal in him fractured. It was like a hunger, a deep insatiable need to conquer every inch of skin and leave you a withering mess. He watched you for a minute, tracing the lines and curves of your body with his eyes. He was body worshipping you just with his gaze. Reaching into the cupboard for another bowl, you let the shirt rise higher, flushing at Scott’s growl. his body was a presence your skin felt like needle pricks, it sang and screamed for him, wanting him desperately. His breath was low and slow, getting lower and slower the more he studied you. You set the bowl in your hand down, clutching to the lip of the counter. His fingers were the first thing to greet your flesh. Three of them to you left thigh, sliding under his oversized sweater, bunching the fabric in his palm. His right hand wound around your body, clutching the mass of material his left one preciously held. You stood as still as possible, nervous and excited. His three fingers found their place on your outer thigh, trailing vines of fire up your leg to the skin under your ass. His palm and fingers fanned out along the skin there, taking prisoner of the flesh. You whimpered at the feeling of a finger pressing against your core. It was a gentle pressure, too tender to burn but hard enough make you want more. With the fabric still in one hand, he pulled you onto, settling your ass over his length. “Move.” he whispered. 

Stiles: It started with a kiss to his neck. You never expected him to crash into you like this. Stiles was all hands and hips, every feverish kiss urging your lips to part and moan. “Fuck.” you gasped, clutching his shoulders. Stiles usually took things slow, savoring the feeling of everything, but right now he seemed to be wound up tighter than the bulge in his jeans. Stiles sought release at its quickest form, he wanted you moving, and he wanted it now. With the taste of his lips, something in you coiled tighter and tighter making your hips suddenly buckle against Stiles thigh. “Yes.” He whispered breathlessly, pulling on your belt loops until you slid right over him. Stiles took the moment, breathing for a timeless second. You felt so warm, your thighs felt so soft against his hips. And then he yanked you forward, pushing down, and pulling you over. He rolled you over him, over and over again until something was arching inside, until something was about to break. His breath was shuddering against your neck, cool fingers digging into your hips. 

Jordan: It was accidental, it was what he told himself over and over again, but the growing bulge in his pants just kept whispering otherwise. It was an accident. It was just an accident. You just kept moving, fighting him, fighting the cuffs he was trying to lock onto your wrists. And then it happened. It was quick, but hard. Just the hard dig of your ass into his cock and his breath hitched, hands grasping your hips to make you stop. He wanted you to stop but his body just held you there, pressed into his patrol car, sandwiched between the curve of the vehicle and his aching dick. Fuck, it was an accident he wanted to really repeat. Make it happen again. Accident. He pushed away from you like you burned him, tunneling this slender fingers into his hair. There you were, standing a little away from him, still pressed into the car, but you were facing him now. Jordan kept muttering an apology, telling you over and over again that it was accident, and he honestly never meant to hold you that close, for that long. He was just paralyzed really. You smelled good but felt better against him. Another jolt of heat ran down his spine, twitching something he was trying desperately to hide. He was muttering another apology when you took his hips in your hands, pulling him with you. He followed silently, feeling the softness of your wrists in his hands. You lied down in the back of the patrol car, tugging him over you until half his face was obscured in the shadows of the night. Jordan swallowed the lump in his throat, looking over your face with careful precision. Parting your legs, you let him invade the space. The dress you had on rose over your hips, just three layers between your skin and his. The hard rigid lines and structure of his pants and belt were biting into your core, a grating sensation on your nerves. “Can I?” you nodded at his words, opening your legs wider for him to sink into. 

Peter: The music had a soft, slow, sensuous beat. You put it on just to listen and dance in the distilled quietness of the apartment. You just wanted to listen to the music, appreciating the way it made you move, when it suddenly became a lap dance. Peter’s lap welcomed your rolling hips and round backside. He appreciated the music too. He appreciated the way it made your scent spark, the way it made a deep hunger grow in the pit of your belly. Fuck you were good. His head was swimming, his cock digging into your covered ass. You gained purchase on his knees, circling your hips and rolling your body into his slowly. Peter’s hands were quick to explore, anchoring your body to his. His breath was barely there, lost in his lungs. “Don’t stop.” he breathed down your neck, curving your back with the press of his lips along your spine. His grip on your hip was hard. He let enough room for you to move, but not enough to let you move the slightest bit away from him. He wanted you there, right there. Right - “Fuck” he grunted. “Right there.” 

Liam: The kitchen wasn’t as packed as the living room, but there were a number of people in there. Liam was in there, with his best friend, both who were nursing half empty beer bottles in their hands. You grabbed one for yourself. Somewhere between the first sip and the last, the kitchen had accepted more bodies. You climbed onto the counter, finishing off what was left. Liam was walking by, getting another beer for himself. You barely touched his shoulder but he was there, clear blue gaze boring into yours. You asked him if he could get you a beer and he smiled, nodding his head at you. When he came back, the kitchen densed with more bodies. The bottles were in his hands but when you reached out for one, he pulled it out of reach. “Hang out with us.” It wasn’t a question or even a command. It was a suggestion that you were giddy to accept. You slid from the counter, his body suddenly too close as you lined the surface of his tall form. From the tops of his abdomen to the tops of his thighs, your parted legs felt every ridge and plane of flesh. Your face flushed almost instantly as he growled low. He set the beer bottles on the counter with a shaky grip. His breath was in your ear. “Can I kiss you?” You didn’t bother saying yes, you let the alcohol that buzzed in your head drive your lips into his. His hands were at your thighs, lifting you back onto the counter. He pulled you onto the edge, letting you anchor yourself on his hips. Liam’s lean hips crashed into you, bringing stars to your eyes. “Again.” you pleaded, clutching onto his shirtfront. 

Isaac: He forgets to breath, forgets to be gentle, forgets that these are thin walls. So he whispers your name, to catch a breath. He holds onto the mattress, so he won’t break you. He muffles your moans with his mouth, so they won’t hear. But then you are still there, moving beneath him, tugging on his hips in ways that make him buckle to meet the friction. Without a second thought, he lets himself roll over you, feeling every inch of heated flesh slide beneath him. He forgets how to breathe, savoring the curve of your shoulder with an open mouth kiss. You’re moaning in his ear, whispering in his head, touching his aching cock. Fuck he’s forgetting to be gentle, grasping the back of your hand tight enough to make your grip firmer on his twitching length. He’s forgetting about the walls and how they filter sounds like paper. He’s moaning into your hair, grinding his dick into your open palm.