Mafia!Saitama and doctor-in-training!Genos sketches
(Genos’ parents owned a hospital chain but they died in a hospital accident. Genos’ uncle, Kuseno, took over until Genos was fit to lead the hospital), and Genos accidentally met mafia Saitama who saved him but got injured and Genos took Saitama to be treated discreetly in the hospital, and it became a regular thing.
When Harry Styles stepped on the stage set up at Rockefeller Plaza Tuesday morning (May 9), dressed in a black shirt and richly colored pink suit (that Matt Lauer said he was jealous of), it was pure pandemonium – some fans had been waiting for days for this moment.
“Our line started to form on Saturday afternoon,” Alex Ficquette, TODAY’s plaza producer, tells Billboard. “They were in sleeping bags, the line hit six city blocks this morning. I haven’t seen it this crazy since Justin Bieber last year.”
Styles was not only kicking off the Citi Concert Series on TODAY’s summer lineup, but also delivering his second-ever live performance (his first being on Saturday Night Live weeks prior). During his SNL performance, he debuted the track “Ever Since New York,” and though the song has yet to see an official release, that didn’t prevent the young, primarily female, crowd from singing every lyric.
This morning, Styles performed that track again as well as his hit “Sign of the Times” (he released the music video yesterday), and also debuted a new song: the bluesy, rock-driven “Carolina” that features a catchy chorus of “la la la’s” while Styles repeatedly sings, “She’s a good girl.”
While Ficquette says, “There’s a distinct energy here of people who are excited to hear the solo material,” that didn’t stop Styles from dipping his toes into an old One Direction song.
Before leaving the stage – it was specially built to be in the middle and lower to the ground than TODAY’s normal stage, “so he could be completely surrounded by his fans, he wanted that,” says Ficquette – Styles had one final surprise. “I’ve never performed this before,” he said with his signature smirk. “Let’s see how it goes. I wrote this four years ago.” He then led fans through a sing-along of “Stockholm Syndrome,” off the 2014 1D album Four.
As Styles sang his opening verse, he brought new meaning to the lyrical question, “Who’s this whisper telling me that I’m never gonna get away?” Considering that on the chorus of “Sign of the Times” he sings over and over again, “We got to get away,” it’s clear Styles isn’t done chasing whatever he’s after… but following the stunning solo performance he delivered on TODAY, he appears to be headed in the right direction. - Billboard
“You can’t be serious Y/N, it wasn’t even my fault.” You ignored Jimin’s voice as you stormed away from him and walked into the kitchen. The only thing you wanted to do right now was get away from him, but it seemed that no matter how far you got from him he would just appear right behind you again.
“Yes, Jimin, I am serious. What would make you think otherwise?” Your tone was bitter, anger flooding through you and exiting in the form of words. There was no other way for you to release it so you just had to deal with trying your best to stay calm and not completely flip out on your boyfriend. Jimin sighed loudly before speaking again, causing you to turn around and look at him.
“She was just a fan, fan’s get close. It’s not my fault.” He argued. You rolled your eyes, feeling more anger rise at the fact that he was trying to defend himself over this. The picture had been all over twitter and it seemed that ARMY’s were going crazy over it. They had been tweeting it at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, but you held back until the moment he got home and you could confront him about it.
“It’s your fault that you didn’t try to ask her to move, and it’s your fault that you didn’t mention me, you know, your girlfriend.” You said.
“God you always get like this.” Jimin’s tone surprised you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback by his words. There wasn’t anything about it that was very different, just a slight undertone of frustration that you weren’t used to. Jimin was always calm with you, even now while you were practically yelling at you he was keeping his normal tone.
“What do you mean I always get like this?” You asked.
Your duties as maid of honour were fairly simple: maximise alcohol and minimise stress, keep an eye on the bride-to-be, and above all else, have things under control. You’ve promised yourself to keep this wedding a fuckup-free zone, anticipating smooth sailing from the moment you land in Antigua. When danger emerges on the horizon in the form of a denim-clad devil dressed in Gucci and gold, things take a turn—nothing in the MOH handbook has prepared you for what to do in the event that you unwittingly sleep with the best man.
“Hi! Can i request a tvd imagine? All smutty with damon being dominant and rough and everything? Thank you :))” “Hi! I was wondering if you could write a damon salvatore imagine (smut ofc!!) Where you two are not together but kind of have a crush on each other. so eventually you end up having rlly rough kinky sex? Pls! ^-^”
A/N: i guess you can say i changed the plot a bit?? SORRY IF ITS NOT KINKY !! WHOOPS ?? (I can’t write kinky smut for shits ????)
You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring on how well you did on your outfit choice for Girls Night. You twirled yourself so your back was facing the mirror. Shifting your head to look at the mirror, to see the back if the lovely dress Caroline helped you picked out. It wasn’t too short nor too long, hugged your curves perfectly. You felt good. You did your final touches on your hair and makeup before heading out the door. Once your bag and keys were in your hand, you swung your door open, out to have the time of your life with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena.
However, there was a certain someone blocking your way out. “Ah! Y/N I know I’d find you here! Cute little dress.” The raven man cheerfully said, a smirk appearing onto his lips. “Obviously you would, it’s my house.” You laughed. “What do you want Damon? I need to get going somewhere.” As you motioned towards your outfit. You knew the reason why he was here, and you tried every single thing possible to avoid him, not try and make much eye contact as possible. “Well you see Y/N, the thing is, you’re constantly avoiding me.” You were about to protest but he beated you to it. “No, don’t give me ‘I’ve been busy.’ crap, that’s such an overused excuse, sweetheart.” His voice was stern, serious for his answer. “Tell me the truth Y/N please, I’m your fucking friend for christ’s sake!” He nearly shouted, eyes wide, inching closer to you. You didn’t want to tell him why. You knew he would taunt, tease, laugh at your response. You knew he wouldn’t feel the same feelings towards you. “I don’t have to tell you everything Damon, you’re not my dad, or my boyfriend. So please, move out of the way.” You spat at him. Pushing yourself through, though you knew it was no use. You were still just a mortal, where as he was a hundred and something year old vampire; with much experience with his inhuman strength. “No.” Damon simply spoke. He pushed his way into your home, closing the door behind. He pushed you against the closest wall.
There are a lot of rock climbers who go to my college so climbing campus buildings and hanging out on roofs is pretty common. Well one night a kid made a plan to step it up a notch and haul a keg to the roof of the performing arts building. It’s a real modern looking building with this big pride rock looking thing jutting out from the edge of the roof, a perfect place from which to haul a keg up three stories. Amazingly, they were able to haul the keg up to the roof in no time flat. Well the party gets going and there are like 20 people up on this roof revelling in the success of their keg haul.
The kid who’s whole idea this was, decides this is not enough. So he walks out hangs a rope from a point and decides to bungee jump off the building. He then ties into this rope with his harness and proceeds to jump off the building, falling in a graceful arching swing. But just as he does so, campus safety comes rolling around the corner. Imagine there surprise to see a student jumping off a three story building. Well the kid notices them, lowers himself to the ground and just takes off. Now the rest of the party is stranded on the roof, drunk, with a keg, and a lot of explaining to do. Or at least they would have been stranded had they not all been climbers. The ropes come out and the harnesses get donned as teams of two start rappelling off the roof of this building as it’s being surrounded by the cops. The cops were seriously unprepared for this and as they scrambled to locate the rappel point more ropes were tossed down and more students rappelled and escaped into the night. Finally, the cops made it through the building and on to the roof to find one poor remaining sole, one fairly empty keg, and the rope still dangling from pride rock.
Tl;Dr A bunch of rock climbers at my school hauled a keg to the roof of a building and had a party. One kid set up a rope swing and jumped off the roof alerting campus safety and the cops, but luckily everyone was prepared and rappelled off the roof, away from the cops, and into the night.
Top 10 moments when ACOMAF shattered my heart in the best way possible
Okay, now that I’ve spent my whole week just living and breathing about ACOMAF… re-reading ACOMAF… and just thinking about it obsessively and telling ALL my friends about it… I feel like now it is a good time to post this. I’m going to post my top 10 moments in ACOMAF where MY HEART BROKE. And I hope you guys can agree–because this fandom is one soul, and we ride and die together.
10. When Feyre comforts Rhysand after waking him up from his nightmare.
Like first of all, OW. It just breaks my heart over and over to think about what Amarantha did to Rhys, and what scars it left behind.
But… what broke my heart more was this:
“But–but how many nights had I wanted someone to do the same for me?”
AND I’M JUST LIKE FEYRE SUFFERED ALONE IN THE SPRING COURT
Because some stupid High Lord of the Spring Court just pretended to be asleep whenever she vomited her guts out, and pretended everything was all fine and dandy. You claim to love her, and yet, you let this happen. tamlin u shit bag
9. Lucien and Feyre reunion after Feyre goes to the Night Court.
“You gave up on me.”
Look, guys, I know Lucien is not a bad person. Deep down, he is a good, troubled person who has a lot of his own scars, and I know that he does consider Feyre to be his friend and he does care about her. But he also chooses to yield to Tamlin at the end of everything. He does fight for her, but he doesn’t fight enough against Tamlin. Now, this could be because Tamlin does instill a lot of fear in Lucien–which, if it’s true, it is not a healthy friendship, even if Tam is Lucien’s High Lord. But it makes me wonder, you know. Where is our fiery Lucien, who once spat at Tamlin’s feet? I really do hope that Elain will help him change for the better. Or that he comes to this realization from himself. Man, I love Lucien, but he’s going to have to do a lot more to redeem himself.
Because, see, even Rhys thinks that Lucien would’ve stepped in.
And this breaks Feyre’s heart, that her friend wouldn’t do this for her. And she would’ve fought for Lucien until the end, no doubt about.
“I thought so, too” HA HA HA LET ME LIE IN MY OWN PUDDLE OF TEARS
8. The scars that remain with Rhys because of Amarantha.
The next scene that broke my heart happens during the sexytimes between Feyre and Rhys.
Okay, just re-reading this scene is making me really emotional. So I don’t know if I’m going to be coherent enough to say this. But like, guys. I think this scene is important–and heartbreaking at the same time–because it’s a moment where Rhysand’s scars are acknowledged. Again, it is so rare in YA fiction to see a male character who has been sexually abused, and Sarah explores the scars that remain within Rhysand. And it’s also important because he’s also able to overcome these scars, and find happiness even after the darkest of times.
7. How Rhysand is treated in Velaris vs. Under the Mountain
Okay, so I like how 8 and 7 relate to each other.
What struck me about this scene was: “no one whispered about him or spat on him or stroked him as they had Under the Mountain”
What really breaks my heart here is that it’s not just Amarantha that violated Rhys. Others did it too, because Amarantha did it, because Rhys was Amarantha’s whore, and therefore, her property.
And this makes me really sick to my stomach. And it breaks my heart. fuck
6. Feyre realizing how sad she is at the Spring Court before her wedding.
THIS PHYSICALLY HURTS
my poor baby Feyre
I spent a good portion of time during the beginning of the novel wanting to wrap her in a warm blanket, hug her, and tell her it’s okay.
And Tamlin, CAPTAIN OBLIVIOUS, is able to laugh freely. I’m gonna fight him
Even Rhys in Chapter 11 goes: “Months and months, and you’re still a ghost. Does no one there ask what the hell is happening? Does your High Lord simply not care?” (Shall we count this as like an honourable mention moment for when my heart broke into a million pieces… again)
ha ha ha ha let me DIE my heart can’t take this
5. Rhysand asks Feyre about her birthday.
This isn’t a sad scene, but it still moved me and broke my heart because you can obviously tell how much Rhys loves Feyre.
FEYRE’S BIRTHDAY IS THE WINTER SOLSTICE
THE LONGEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR
“YOU WERE TRULY BORN ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE?”
YES RHYS MY SMOL SON YOUR MATE WAS BORN ON THE LONGEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR YES YOU TRULY BELONG TOGETHER
But also, like. Rhys seems genuinely sad that Feyre did not celebrate her birthday. Do I foresee belated birthday gift/party in ACOTAR 3? Because yes I will sell my soul for this
4. Feyre walking away from Rhysand after learning about the mating bond
Okay, no, I totally understand why Feyre is angry enough that she wants some time alone away from Rhysand once she learns from the Suriel that they’re mates. I’ve seen people hating on her for it… but c’mon. Really? You don’t think you’d be angry? Angry enough to walk away? I mean I’d want my own space to think too
But yeah it still broke my heart because Rhysand just calls after her… injured and weakened… ahaha…..ha…. why…
Now we’re rolling into the final 3… and honestly, these broke my heart the most and made me cry. I still want to weep when I think about them.
3. Rhysand noticing Feyre’s weight loss
He cares so much about her. *UGLY WAILING* *falls to the floor*
And he makes sure she eats properly. And wants to have breakfast with her.
RHYSAND YOU PRECIOUS SOUL
cue ugly sobbing, with the snot and everything
rhysand calling tam out on his shitty behaviour
2. Cassian and Feyre training
This is still one of my favourite scenes, and I … just. The whole scene leading up to it is an emotional roller coaster–Cassian saying that he’s there for Feyre if she wants to talk about leaving the Spring Court, the whole “I’m fine” thing, and how Feyre just realizes she did everything for Tamlin… and he just…. left her to suffer alone.
He’s ready to take the blow.
CASSIAN WOULD TAKE THE BLOW.
BECAUSE HE CARES ABOUT FEYRE AND WANTS TO HELP HER COPE.
BECAUSE HE UNDERSTANDS.
Rhys is precious, Cassian is precious….. the whole Night Court squad is precious. I just love them so muchhhhhhh.
And now. . . okay.
The final scene had me in full blown tears.
1. Amren x Feyre
SHE ASKS RHYS THIS LIKE 3 TIMES
SHE DEMANDS TO KNOW WHERE FEYRE IS
AND AND AND AMREN ISN’T ALWAYS VOCAL ABOUT HER FEELINGS AND SHE’S SCARY AND SHE’S VICIOUS
BUT SHE LOVES FEYRE
IT’S THE MOMENT YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH AMREN–AND THE REST OF THE COURT–ALSO LOVE FEYRE, A FELLOW DREAMER
D E A D
LOWER ME TO THE GROUND
This post also made me very emotional again. Thanks for reading. And if you know want to discuss ACOMAF with me, and the scenes that broke your heart (because there are like 10 million more)… feel free to shoot me a message.
Summary: Based off of the song, ‘The Way I Feel Inside.’ (I saw Sing a month ago and honestly loved Taron’s singing so here we go)
Pairing: Eggsy x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None that I can think of
Word Count: 1636
A/N: So sorry about such a long hiatus guys. Hopefully this is a sign that my writer’s block is clearing up
Eggsy and Roxy found themselves in a bit of a predicament.
To an outsider looking in, the partners appeared to be having a marvelous time. Eggsy twirled Roxy, her scarlet dress catching the light oh so perfectly that it sparked envy into some of the women in the room. Nevermind the fact that her date looked at her as though she were the stars to his moon, and the two appeared to whisper sweet nothings into each other’s ears.
But in fact the opposite was true.
“What if they can’t reach us?”
Roxy smiled, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “Are you really doubting Y/N’s talents?”
“Morgana, I must insist-”
You cut off Merlin’s protests with a simple glare. The man held his tongue, but you could see the conflict in his gaze as he rolled his chair beside yours. Your fingers moved with grace, pressing the appropriate keys as you attempted to hack into the most complex system you had met yet: the Kremlin.
“If you even hesitate for too long-”
“Merlin,” you said, clearly exasperated, though not tearing your eyes away from the monitor now. “If you ever expect me to one day take your place, you have to trust in my skillset. Why else would you have sponsored me?”
He didn’t answer, and for that you were grateful. There was enough stress surrounding your current situation, and you would be lying if you said that your main focus was completing the mission. No, it was to make sure Eggsy got out alive.
Not that anyone needed to know that.
“Galahad, can you hear me?”
Eggsy smiled at the familiar voice. “Loud and clear, Morgana.”
Roxy’s shoulders relaxed as they twirled along the dancefloor, now able to focus on their mission without worrying about if they would even make it home.
“Good. I’m looking at the blueprints right now. There’s a hallway somewhat hidden away to your far right.” Eggsy turned his head, allowing his eyes to be yours. “Right behind Ambassador Tolstoy, can you see it?”
“Yeah,” Eggsy confirmed, dipping Roxy so she could peer past the group of fat politicians.
“Do you want me to lead Fyodor over there?” His partner questioned, her eyes already searching the crowded space for the engineer they were meant to kidnap.
Both agents heard a chuckle, most likely from Merlin, when your voice spoke into the comms again. “Lancelot, no offense, but Fyodor does not necessarily go after people like you.” Eggsy could hear the smile in your voice. “Galahad, from what I’ve observed since the connection has been re-established, the man cannot take his eyes off of you.”
Eggsy’s cheeks burned a bright red as he chanced a glance to his left. Sure enough, there stood Fyodor Romanov, a Russian gangster who single-handedly led to the assassination of four Kingsman agents two months prior. The target sipped a glass of cognac, though it appeared he had an appetite for something that would guarantee a more prolonged satisfaction.
“Galahad, all you have to do is talk to him. Maybe flirt a little, maybe a kiss…”
Roxy laughed as Eggsy twirled her around. “You’re not helping,” he grumbled out.
“Merlin will be with you the whole time. Lancelot, I’m going to contact you on a separate frequency; we have something else for you.”
Eggsy led Roxy to the edge of the dance floor, where they removed themselves from each other. Roxy tilted her head to Fyodor, her eyes sparkling. “Have fun,” she said, before walking away to do whatever it was you needed her for.
As Eggsy approached Fyodor, Merlin attempted to give him a few pointers. “Just pretend he’s Princess Tilde.” Eggsy scoffed. “Right, forgot that’s a sour topic. I’m sure from a certain angle he has to look semi-appealing.”
Eggsy shook his head, grabbing a flute of champagne and chugging it. “It’s not that he’s ugly Merlin; it’s just that I can’t–”
“How about Y/N?” Eggsy froze where he stood. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at her. I’m sure that with enough imagination, and more than just one glass of champagne…” He trailed off, hoping Eggsy could follow his method of thinking.
Eggsy siddled up to the bar, right beside Fyodor. Sending the Russian his most charming smile, he whispered to the bartender, “Your strongest. Keep it coming.”
You leaned back in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to will away the headache that was coming on. Too long staring at a screen did that to a person. Add to that the constant worrying about Eggsy… you really needed to sleep this one off.
You felt Merlin’s gaze on you, and dropped your hand to meet it. “What’s wrong?”
“Y/N,” it really never was a good sign when Merlin’s tone was serious, “how long do you plan to go on like this?”
“I have no idea what you mean.” You did.
“After what happened with Dean, I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”
“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.” Not wanting to speak of the matter anymore, you stood from your desk and left, heading for your quarters.
Merlin sighed, shaking his head. It was then his stomach dropped as he saw your comms unit, discarded, but online. He turned it off, for once hoping his agents weren’t listening as they so often didn’t.
But fortune was not on anyone’s side that day.
For the next week, a palpable tension rested heavily in the air. In an effort to prove Merlin wrong, you spent the majority of your time overseeing various missions, leaving the array of monitors only to eithe eat, sleep, or use the restroom (though you found that with the help of some friends and a pillow, you could do the first two down there).
Meanwhile, you noticed Eggsy appeared to be a bit down the last few days, when you would see him that is, but you just assumed it had to do with Princess Tilde, who had gotten married that week as well. Remembering how willingly Eggsy went to her once a month, you would be lying if you said you weren’t glad she had gotten married; even Eggsy had limits. Yet that still didn’t mean you enjoyed his sour mood.
One day, you decided to approach Roxy about the subject. You found her in the gun range, eyes fixed in determination as her bullets went through the same hole over and over and over again. In hindsight, her cold stare and rigid posture should have given it all away.
Fast forward ten minutes, and you found yourself in the infirmary, listening to Roxy apologize again and again as the nurse stitched up the result of a bullet grazing your arm.
Not a second later Eggsy comes into the room, his eyes wide as he takes in the scene in front of him. “What the hell happened?”
You cut off Roxy before she could say anything. “Tried practicing in the shooting range again. Now you know why Merlin keeps me off the field.” You tried to smile but winced as the nurse pulled a little too tightly on your skin.
Eggsy nodded, his concern fading before that icy mask fell over him yet again. “Well, after you’re done here, he wants to see you downstairs. Something about a Japanese hacker group.”
Without another word he left the room. You turned to Roxy, who now avoided your gaze. “What the hell is all of that about?”
“He’s just been really upset about Princess Tilde.” She pressed a hand to her comms unit and sent you an apologetic smile. “Sorry I have to go. I’ll make this up to you.”
As she rushed out of the room, you felt a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time: loneliness. Sure, your friends were there (you supposed Merlin counted as a friend as well), but they were all lying to you. For the first time in a while, you felt like an outsider in a place that had come to mean home.
When the nurse cleared you, you headed straight for lower ground, deciding it better to immerse yourself in work rather than face the conflict at hand.
Merlin and Eggsy were standing there, waiting for you. Your superior’s eyes trailed to the bandage wrapped around your arm, to which you shrugged, wordlessly promising to explain it to him later.
“Morgana, thank you for joining us so promptly.” Merlin greeted. He turned to Eggsy, who seemed to be looking at anything except you. “Would you like to tell her or should I?”
Eggsy twirled one of Merlin’s pens in his hands. “You’re the boss.”
What the hell had gotten into him? But you didn’t have much time to contemplate this as Merlin turned back to face you.
“Lancelot is in Tibet for the rest of the month, and, due to the bombing last week, I barely have enough field agents as it is.” He couldn’t be serious. “I need you to join Galahad on a mission.”
You listened to Merlin explain the mission details. It was a usual: high class citizen who exploits their business for the sake of profits. This one in particular is suspected of human trafficking. However, your attention solely remained on Eggsy.
You watched him avoid your gaze purposely. His jaw clenched as Merlin explained the two of you would pose as a newlyweds attending a gala in Paris. Eggsy would be the supposed bastard of some aristocrat who you didn’t bother remembering the name of. The job was simple: get in, grab the banker, and get out.
Unfortunately, when it came to you two nothing was simple.
Author’s Note: Another song-based one shot. This one’s inspired by The Weeknd’s House of Balloons jam, “The Morning”. (Y’all should listen to it.)
OTP(s): Park Chanyeol x Reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Word Count: 3652
Warnings: Smut, sex on chairs, hot cinammon rolls
Sypnosis: Love doesn’t just lie in a person’s actions for Chanyeol.
Unsurprisingly, it’s Chanyeol’s idea to invade the streets at nine a.m in the fucking morning.
The cactus in your living room becomes too boring to stare at and the impatient tick-tick-ticking of the clock long ago passed the border between momentarily surly and irritable. Chanyeol emerges from the kitchen, topping a disheveled bedhead (“sex hair”), lips parted around the edge of on milk carton. His eyes smoothe the curves of your shoulders, map the loose, swelling mouth of the collar of his T-shirt—a silent, discarded ripple of enkindled desire. “Let’s go out.” The murmur is faintly above a whisper, but still prevails in being heard. You cock your head, slogging back a smirk at the way the corners of Chanyeol’s lips have suddenly been set aquiver. He rests a hand against the wall, splintered and pale. As he leans to the side, the collar of his shirt sags, revealing a poorly hidden wreath of scarlet blazes. You remember how you’d felt the blood in his veins thrumming beneath the swell of your tongue—pulsing, burning, rushing. “Where to?” Chanyeol’s eyes follow your descent to the pillow on the couch, whorls of dust springing free as your head sinks into clawed, moth-eaten flesh. “Benny’s. Gavin’s cafe.” Chanyeol’s elbow lurches as he lugs the milk carton forward, mouth closing over the plastic. Adam’s apple bobs as cold white escapes into a pulsing trachea. You nod, fingers edging the tattered wood of the coffee table. You remember how the cold splinters had dug into your back a few mornings before, when Chanyeol had come up with the bright fucking idea of taking you right there—right next to his morning coffee. “How about we leave in ten?” the fucking lewd maniac drawls, figure sweeping back into the kitchen. “Don’t worry about a shower or anything, you’ll be fine.” You don’t even bother acquiting a murmur of protest as your back elevates from the sofa. The black plastic coat of your phone warms your palm, thin fingers closing around the device, pale knobbly legs leaving the warm confines of the sofa cushions. Norleom Street is dusty and vacant, the usually kept lawns ridden with the soiled vestiges of long-deceased plants. Chanyeol’s fingers are warm and soft against the flesh of your palm. The sunlight manages to properly reflect the quiescent innocence within him—russet gaze marred by the fresh, pure zeal of swallowing the jovial chirrups of scarlet thrushes, vermillon mouth quirked with crisp mirth. A brief comber of vertigo strikes your brain, momentarily robbing your legs of stability. Chanyeol’s fingers come to swathe your wrist and you regain your balance, looking up at eyes full of amusement. “Be more careful, babe. Am I that good looking or is this because of last night?” A laugh parts his lips at the ruby wreaths that come to your cheeks. “Oh, shut up.” “You’re right,” Chanyeol’s fingers lick across your wrist to your palm. “I should be the one walking funny with all the bouncing you were doing on me last night. That shit actually kind of hurt.” “Oh, fuck off,” you rasp savagely out the corner of your mouth. “You liked it.” “Actually,” Chanyeol’s other hand cups the curve of your hip. “I loved it.” He inclines his head, the way the veins in his neck thrum against the air composing goosebumps on your arms, and slowly covers your mouth with his. It’s a sweet kiss, primarily tongue-free, and Chanyeol gently tugs you to meet his body. His fingers wound the cotton of your shirt, twirling, twisting and you slide further towards the wamth of his body, his other hand still tightly holding yours. He moves to draw back, but you snatch his lower lip between your teeth and cup the side of his neck, the harsh groan that leaves his throat burning against your fingertips. Then comes his tongue—sodden and humid—and then he’s tracing every crevice of your mouth and warming every dark, cold corner and it’s too much—it’s just fucking too much. He parts, staring down at you with sweet, trumulous eyes, thumb mapping the region dangerously close to the underside of your breast. “I love you.” His stare’s intensity shifts into a level of discomort and your eyes shyly lower to meet the ground. “Come on,” Chanyeol’s palm is tightly melted into yours again and feet begin dragging along coarse concrete. Guilt pangs your bones. Ever since you’d started dating Chanyeol seven months ago, the words still hadn’t left your lips. You loved Chanyeol. He knew you did. But you’d been too shy to omit the phrase officially yet. Chanyeol understood. He read your actions more than your words; and your actions screamed the proclamation he yearned to hear louder than your future words ever could to him. Benny’s is fairly empty when you enter mintues later. A slender male with chestnut-colored skin gestures Chanyeol forth and a sweet smile plays on his lips as he plucks out a chair for you to plop in and goes to talk to him. He and the worker converse for several minutes until finally Chanyeol returns with a small blue blasket blanketed with flimsy white paper. He sinks beside you, passing you the basket which acquits a warm, delicious scent. You snatch the paper, freeing the smell completely. Cinammon rolls. You twist to look at Chanyeol. “It took you ten minutes to get four of these?” Chanyeol’s lips curl into a scowl that’s supposed to feign indignation. “Hey, they had to cook them first!” “I’m just joking,” you mutter, grabbing a roll and splitting it apart. A tear of warm cinammon oozes along the bread and your stomach grunts with anticipation. The roll faces a rapid ascent into your awaiting mouth and a moan unconsciously flits from your throat. Chanyeol leans and rubs your back as you munch heartily. “There’s nothing more beautiful than watching the one you love enjoy life’s little pleasures.” Ignoring his affectionate gaze, another inch of roll warms your mouth and sets ease to your tongue. “Eating is not a little pleasure. Eating is a significant facet of life.” You thrust your index and middle finger towards the two rolls harbouring the left corner of the basket. “You can have those two.” Chanyeol’s eyes momentarily beam with gratitude. “Thanks.” And then his russet gaze is marred with pride as he snatches a roll and tosses it into his other hand. “I’m guessing sex is another?” You nearly choke. “What?” “You heard me.” He inches closer and his fingers kiss the curve of your jawline. “Sex is another significant facet of life.” “Maybe for you.” The words come out in a shrill whisper and you mentally chastise yourself for sounding so sweak, so vacillating. “Oh, really,” Chanyeol’s fingers flicks your lower lip and it takes every blade of restraint within not to swipe it with your tongue. He tilts and his scarlet mouth gently pays homage to yours. When he draws back, his eyes are stained with desire. “On a scale of 1-10, how good are those cinammon rolls?” You ravish another bite, pretending to mull things over. “An 11.” A smirk tugs Chanyeol’s lips and your left thigh tightly comes to hug the other. “I’ve got something that’s a 12.” You don’t even have to glance down to see if he’s hard. You can sense it in his voice. “There’s a storage room down the hall. Meet me there when you’re done eating.” He rises and with ferdent strides, he veers into a seperate corridor and out of sight. The heat cradled between your legs intensifies so much that you ask the worker behind the counter for a take-out bag for your food. He supplies it willingly, and with a brisk murmur of gratitude, you’re taking Chanyeol’s previous steps down the corridor, not bothering to see if any of the workers are peering with suspicion. Six seconds barely transpire on the course to the storage room and by the time your hand enfolds the doorknob, you swear your arousal is already clouding the air. The moment the door twists open, pale fingers seize the cloth of your shirt and haul you inside. Chanyeol’s mouth buries your own with a searing, wet kiss and his hands find your thighs, drawing you towards him. “You definitely ate too fast,” he pants around your lips. “I’m slightly worried.” “You’re an idiot,” you crush his lips with yours and he staggers, groaning slightly. When you pull away, his eyes are burning. “How could I finish eating knowing what I’m about to get?” “Who said you were getting anything?” Indignation blooms your cheeks and a rich, hearty laugh explodes from Chanyeol at the sight of your scowl. “I’m just joking, babe.” He carefully drops to his knees, fingers hooking around your sweatpants. “I could never leave you hanging like this.” He jerks the cloth down and you watch their descent to your knees. “Speaking of hanging.” You follow his gaze to her sodden panties. “These definitely aren’t.” His palm grazes the center, rocking against you. “I don’t think they’ll be hanging like they used to after a while—being this fucking wet.” A gasp shudders from your throat as Chanyeol’s teeth seize the edge of your panties, eyes boring into yours. He draws the cloth downwards, but not hard enough to move them, just enough to peer inside at your bare, glistening wetness. You bite back a whine as the cloth is released and his mouth begins raking up your arm, peppering kisses along your elbows and clad shoulders. His fingers enfold your waist as he dampens your neck with his mouth, drawing hieroglyphics along the flesh with his tongue. His other hand cups you gently, middle finger mapping the damp swell of your clit. You wrap your arms around him, the moan that had gathered in your throat seconds ago bursting free. “Am I making you feel good, baby?” He rubs a bit harder and you can feel your clit growing. “Y-yes. That feels so good.” He draws the damp skin of your neck into his mouth, forcibly sucking. “Damn, I need you.” You immediately shove your hand downward, brushing it along his cotton-clad skin. Your fingers immediately find his erection and you close your hand tightly around him, rocking your palm back and forth. He groans, hoarse and needy, and you stroke a bit faster, pressing light kisses against his pectorals. His veins drum furiously against your tongue as you guide it along the damp slope of his throat. “You want me to suck you off?” Chanyeol’s eyes nearly roll out of his skull with pleasure. “God…please…” You slowly drop to your knees, gazing up at him all the while. A blush quickly blooms in your cheeks seeing how he towers over you. For a moment, it briefly sends your heart pounding with fear, but when you glance up at him and see his warm face and the beautiful veins pulsing in his vermillion neck, it erases completely. You close your hand around him, pecking the tip. A shudder passes through his body. “Babe,” Chanyeol murmurs, eyes closed. You glance up at him. “Yeah?” “We’ve never done this before.” “I know, babe. I’ll try to make this extra good for you, then.” You flash a seductive wink. Chanyeol shudders again. “No, I mean…uhm…I’ve never done this before.” Excitement takes hold of you, overriding the surprise. “Are you saying this is your first blowjob?” “Y-yeah.” “Well, I guess I’ve got to make it good then.” And you wrap your lips around him. A loud, rich moan parts his lips and his head lulls back. The sight of the straining veins on his neck is nearly enough to make you come right there. He’s warm and stiff against your tongue and when you slash the underside of his base, his whole body shudders. “God, that’s amazing,” he rasps as you slide your mouth back and forth. He tugs his pants all the way down as you pay homage to the tip, staring up at him. “Jesus.” You draw back, a smirk playing on your lips. “I’ve been told the resemblance is damn near frightening, but my name’s (Y/N) if you forgot.” A chuckle rumbles from his throat and he passes a hand through his hair. “You are so fucking sexy.” You glide a hand beneath his shirt, palming the tight muscles of his abs. “So are you.” His breaths grow rougher and his knuckles turn unhealthily pallid. You sit still as he gently begins thrusting into your awaiting mouth on his own, watching you for assurance all the while. “Damn, your tongue feels so good.” You groan around him, reaching down to pet yourself. The moment Chanyeol’s eyes find your fingers, he draws back immediately. At first you’re confused as you’re sure he hasn’t come yet (you would’ve tasted it), but the moment you see him draw out a chair from the corner of the room and plop it down in the center you know what’s up. Jokingly, a frown curves your lips. “Channie, I thought we were gonna fuck, not play Musical Chairs?” You’re surprised when he squats and flattens himself to the ground on his back, readying himself with slow, confident strokes. “Just shut up and sit on my face.” It takes everything in you not to start giggling with pure mirth as you saunter over to him, poising yourself directly over his face. A moan leaves his lips as you sink to your knees and drop to his awaiting tongue. The moment you felt his lips pass over your clit, a gasp shakes your whole body and your fists pulse against the ground. Tongue manuevring across your sodden labia, his arms draw around the backs of your thighs, locking you in place. The way his tongue dances over you and draws your clit into his mouth has you shuddering. Every slightly dry region grows wet with need and you’re literally surprised a puddle of your arousal hasn’t formed around Chanyeol’s head. Fisting his shirt, you come with a strangled squeal as his lips fold around your clit one last time, tongue heatedly thrashing. With one last, slow lick that sends his tongue deep inside of you, he gently lifts you off of him. Panting, you don’t even have to wait for him to ask as you grab his erection, mounting it directly beneath you. A loud, throaty groan swells in your ears as warm, slender fingers catch tightly around your hips, guiding you as you smoothly descend him. He feels just as he always does. So damn good. You bob gently, feeling his hands caress the dip in your back and the curve of your asscheeks. You stretch your hands back, smoothing his abs and pelvis as you rise and fall, rise and fall, the pleasure increasing with each graceful descent. “Baby,” the growl is rasp and strangled. “Turn around. Look at me.” Wanting to prolong your pleasure, you ground your hips slowly against him, a long moan leaving your throat, before gently easing yourself off of him and revolving your position so you’re facing him. He smiles, an innocent, jovial smile and he cups your hips, poising himself against you. Holding you tight, he dives inside and you gasp at the way you wetly part around him. He moves, guiding himself in and out of you, before carefully grabbing your hips, smoothly furling to his knees and standing up. You’re puzzled, but only for a brief moment as he drops into the chair, the hands tightly cupping your ass hauling you back and forth, grounding your hips together. You enfold the back of his neck, staring down into his eyes. He catches your mouth, guiding you faster against him as his teeth sink into the edge of the cup of your bra. He draws it down completely and closes his lips around the bare flesh. The warmth of his tongue against your nipple and the fervent slapping of his erection is enough to send you over the edge completely. With a loud call of his name, you quake against him, holding him close. He groans into your shoulder, shuddering at how tight you squeeze him as he releases. Eyes closed, he tugs you closer to his body until it feels like you’ve melted together. The air is calm and silent as you catch your breath, occasionally mapping each other’s backs with wandering hands and gently squeezing asscheeks. “That was amazing,” you muse in his ear, still feeling lost in your high. “Yes, it was,” his arms slowly slither off of you and suddenly he’s leaning back in the chair, black tresses casting a messy shadow across his eyes, ropes of sweat tribbling in fucking torrents down his shirt. Fuck. He looks so beautiful. He opens his eyes and the moment his gaze finds you, a blinding smile breaks out on his face, the corner of his lips slightly quirking with shyness as he reaches a hand to cup your cheek. “God, you’re beautiful.” He inclines forward to kiss between your breasts. “So, so beautiful. Sometimes I think you deserve better.” You jerk with surprise. “Why?” His eyes tilt up to meet yours and you can see the pain marring his cheeks. He’s serious. He doesn’t think he’s good enough. “You need someone who can take care of you all the time. With all their being, with all their love. Look at me, I barely have enough money to support the both of us. And the only time I really feel like I can make you happy is when I’m inside of you, which is why I make love with you so goddamn much.” You narrow your eyebrows, unable to believe he’s being serious. “Chanyeol—” “I love you. And one day, I hope you can find someone who’ll come home to you with everything and anything you want. Someone who can cherish you completely. Someone you can…say ‘I love you too’.” Pain immediately strikes your heart. It was about this. It was about how you’d never told him you love him. “Ch-Chanyeol…” Realizing how he’s completely shifted the mood, his eyes wander everywhere but your face. “I-I’m sorry…I’m done now.” “No,” you cup his chin, raising his head to meet your gaze. “Chanyeol, listen to me. I’ve been through a lot in terms of romance and insecurity, but that’s nowhere near a fucking excuse for me to make you feel this way.” He blinks rapidly as his eyes become twinged with pain at your tone. “Baby…” “No, just listen. I’m not blaming you and I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at me. I’m disgusted with myself because the most perfect, beautiful boy I’ve ever met thinks he’s a piece of shit and he’s not. If anything, that’s me. Chanyeol, we’ve both been through a lot with relationships and we both need to be loved. And I’m here. I’m here to love you.” You grasp his hand in yours. “I do. So, so much, Chanyeol.” His eyes become glazed like he’s living in a dream. An actual, fucking dream. “I-I—” You press a finger to his lips, silencing him. “No. Let me say it this time.” Your finger gently glides down his mouth to cup his chin and his whole body seems to tremble. “I love you.” It’s as if something’s burst inside of him—something even he doesn’t understand and for a moment he looks like he’s confused on whether to cry or laugh. Instead, you allow him to do neither, slowly kissing his lips. He holds you, soft and close, and by the time you break apart, tears are shining in both of your eyes. “I-I always knew you loved me,” he whispered, “but hearing you say it…” “I’ll say it all day if you want me to. I’m sorry it’s so late. I was such an idiot.” “Hey,” he pecks your cheek, smiling sweetly. “You’re not an idiot. You’re a sweet, beautiful girl and I’m so, so happy to call you mine.” You nuzzle your nose with his, giggling at his cheesiness. “So,” he drawls, gently drawing out of you, “since there’s another chair over there"—you follow his gaze to the other end of the room where a black chair with silver legs is turned over by a wall of cardboard boxes—"how about we go with your previous idea and actually play Musical Chairs?” You laugh and he stands, walks a few steps and lowers you to your feet. “Naked Musical Chairs?” you muse. Chanyeol chuckles, playfully squeezing your breast. “You bet. And we’re only going to use sex songs.” “And the first one to lose has to give the other a lap dance?” Chanyeol laughs, heartily. “That’s the most brilliant idea I’ve heard in a while. You’re on, but I call picking the first song.” “Go ahead.” He saunters over to his pants lying on the ground and gropes through the pockets, digging free his phone.
“I’ll hit ‘Shuffle’ to make things more interesting.”
A few seconds of silence is swallowed by the melodic snapping of an R&B number. You quirk an eyebrow. “Neighbors Know My Name by Trey Songz?” “Damn it,” Chanyeol huffs, looking defeated. “This song always gets me going.” You giggle, curling a finger to command him forward. “Guess you’re going to owe me a lap dance, pretty boy.” Chanyeol playfully charges towards you, smashing his lips against yours. You chuckle into his mouth as he rocks his hips into you, moving to blow raspberries along your neck. “What the hell are you doing?” “Practicing. I wanna give you a good lap dance, baby.” You laugh, shaking your head as Chanyeol continues grinding his hips in the air, looking more like a loose spaghetti noodle caught in the wind than a sensual dancer. But you still love him. And isn’t that all that matters?
Description: When you realized your boyfriend was cheating you didn’t expect the waiter you chose for retaliation to become so important to you. Now that you are engaged it is time for you to finally declare who is the one you belong with.
A/N: This has taken forever and I am sorry about that BUT MYSTIC MESSENGER DESTROYED MY LIFE. Hopefully possessive Hoseok makes up for it.
Oh, also I need to give a special thanks to @avveh (I feel like I tag you in all of these now) because without her withholding vines, pictures, and gifs from me until I met my word count for the day this would not have been completed anytime soon.
A/N: HEY GUYS! It’s finally here! This is definitely one of my favorite chapters. Hopefully I’ll be posting part 9 later on tonight (I live in the us so it’ll be a bit later for y'all lol) but I’ve made it halfway at least!! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤
Warnings: Minor character death. Swearing. Hella angsty.
Summary: Anthony is an art student who needs someone to model nude. He chooses the reader, who happens to have an unadvisable, annoying crush on the sunshine-y boy.
Word Count: 2,966
A/N: It is officially the first day of the Write-A-Thon! I may have stayed up until 12 just for this, oops. But I’m super excited because I love Anthony Ramos and I love this AU and there is just a LOT of love to give, okay??
Not a Princess: A Descendants Imagine (Slight Jay X Reader)
Warnings: none :)
“Benjamin!” You shouted, having absolutely no idea where your best friend was.
You huffed out an annoyed sigh, your blond hair, like your mothers, lifting slightly off your face.
You stomped downstairs, uttering curses under your breath, and causing yourself to glow a bit red.
“(Y/N),” a voice chuckled behind you and you flew up into the air in fear. The voice erupted into laughter and you slowly lowered yourself to the ground.
“What have I told you!” You shouted but clapped a hand over your mouth as the only sound that came out was like bells. This caused Ben to laugh louder and you glowed a bright red.
“Alright, alright,” Ben conceded, holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just showing our new students around.”
Your jaw dropped and you glared at Ben, smoothing out your hair and your light green dress as you noticed the 4 newcomers.
“This is (Y/N), daughter of Tinkerbell,” Ben introduced you and you nodded.
“I- uh- nice to meet you!” You chuckled nervously and your voice returned to normal.
“Hi, I’m Evie,” the girl with dark blue hair introduced herself, obviously the evil queens daughter. “This is Mal,” She pointed to Malificent’s daughter with violet hair. “Carlos,” she pointed to the smaller boy, Cruella d'evil’s son. “And this is-”
“I’m Jay,” the other boy stood up from leaning on the wall and smiled at you. You struggled not to stare. Good-looking was an understatement.
You shook your head. Pull yourself together girl! He was a VK.
You inched closer to Ben, looking small next to him.
“You should have warned me!” You hissed between your teeth. Ben let out a laugh and you rolled your eyes.
“Where were you anyways? I sent Audrey to go get you!” Ben sighed and you blushed a bright pink.
“You weren’t terrorizing Chad again were you?” Ben shook his head and you offered a shy smile.
“You really shouldn’t do that you know, you wonder why your not a princess.” Audrey chided and you let out an exasperated sigh.
“Well I’m so sorry your highness! Since I’m not a Princess, I’ll just go and join the other maids then, right? Where my kind belong? Hmm. I’ll go and fly away to Neverland? Trust me, the lost boys are a whole lotta more fun than you and your rules!” The last part escalated to bells again and you had a bright red glow.
Audrey look mortified and Ben just looked a bit sad.
“(Y/N)!” Andy, Anna and Kristoff’s son, called and motioned for you to come over.
You let out a relieved sigh and hurried over to him, dwarfed in comparison next to his tall frame.
“Woah,” Jay breathed as he watched you go.
“Dude stop drooling,” Carlos elbowed him in the chest.
“You sure she’s not a villain?” Mal smirked at Ben and he laughed.
“No, she’s really soft deep down, she just has a mouth on her.” Ben smiled. “But if you ask Chad Charming- he’d tell you otherwise.”
Jay stared at the doorway you’d disappeared from. He just had to get to know you better.
Summary: You know Peter’s secret, you know he’s Spider-Man. But where’s the fun in letting him know that outright? It’s more fun to tease him about it…until you end up in between him and the Green Goblin.
Warnings: fluff, some minor angst, I wrote the reader shorter than Peter so I apologize to those who’re taller than him ( :/ ), it’s long
A/N: I’d like to give a ginormous thank you to @riseofthehufflepuffs for always being there to help me with my Peter Parker fics and reading them for me no matter how shitty they are. Thank you, Mrs. Parker, you’re the freaking best friend a person could ask for and I’m so excited to see FOB live with you in Novemeber!
“So, Parker.” You poked at your food leisurely. “Do anything fun last night?”
“N-No.” He ran a hand through his hair nervously. “Just worked on some homework, yah know.”
“Did you see the news?” You dropped your head into your hands, narrowing your eyes at your friend. “That robbery downtown seemed intense.”
“Yeah.” Peter nodded.
“Thank the heavens Spider-Man swooped in and took them down.” You continued on. “It was crazy, I can’t even begin to fathom living a life like that. Living half as a well-known superhero and the other as, well, some random person. I wonder who they are…”
“Probably just some random person, like you said.” Peter sipped on his drink. “I doubt we know them.”
“Yeah.” You mentally scoffed. “You’re probably right.”
Bts reaction to s/o giving them a sudden bj, thank you, your blog is amazing
As you started seeing less of each other the sex begun to get boring, quickies before he had to get dressed and leave, wanting to get things in the bedroom exciting again, you decide to switch things up and be the one pleasuring him. As Jin has a free day, you take the time to get started. Turning the sweet kiss to something more needy, pulling his head closer and adding tongue, you push him back on the bed, removing his shirt and kissing down his body.
Unbuttoning his pants and wrapping your lips around the tip, moving slowly and gradually picking up the speed, moving your hand up and down what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Giving yourself a breather by moving to his thigh and giving little nips as Jin gasps from the sudden pain, then moving your attention back to his cock. His muscles tightening as he comes closer to his climax.
“You treat me so well princess, just think of how I will return the favor”
He was coming home later at night and leaving earlier in the morning, if you didn’t know him as well as you did you might of thought his was avoiding you. Knowing his was stressing to get his work done without any mistakes, you decide to visit him and give him some motivation and get rid of his worries. You walk in to see Yoongi bobbing his head to a beat with his lip between his teeth. Wanting him to take notice of your presence you let you hand lower to the front of his pants, he looks up with a confused face which goes away seeing your face.
Between his legs, you free his member from his pants. Wrapping your hand around his width and pumping up and down his length, his heavy breaths and soft grunts filling the room. You take your hand off and look him in the eyes, licking your lips after taking your eyes off him to take a glance at his cock which is now twitching with anticipation. You move down and engulf him fully, then moving back up to tease his tip, wanting to come to his release he bucks up into your mouth, taking control over the situation.
“uhhh, come on I know you can take me deeper”
Watching his body move so gracefully as he danced the most sinful moves always turned you on, he gets so into the dance that he forgets how much it effects the others looking at his every movement. His sweat making his body glisten, his teeth capturing his bottom lip between them and his heavy breathing only made your thoughts dirtier. The music finally stopped and he turned to face your lustful expression ‘What did you think,’ like he didn’t know already.
You rise slowly and walk over to him, noticing his bulge you put your hand down his sweatpants, ‘What do you think of when you dance like that,’ he bucks his hips up into your palm from the much needed touch ‘You.’ You lower to the ground dragging his sweats with you. Taking his length in your mouth, you receive a loud grunt and praise. bobbing your head faster, you hear how needy his moans get as you keep going with the pleasurable pace.
“Keep going….. please”
With the new comeback you rarely get time to be together and even when you come with them you don’t get time alone, with all the interviews, concerts, rehearsals and dress checks etc… and it annoyed you a little but you weren’t mad at Namjoon at all, you could tell he was frustrated and stressed with it all.
When you both get a chance of a moment without any interruptions you pull him into a closet and lock it as you both enter. Undressing quickly, you are facing his member ‘be quick’, you take this opportunity to have fun and tease a little bit, you rub you thumb over his leaking tip and giving kitten licks, your mouth overwhelmed with the salty taste of his pre cum. Frustrated with the wait, he wraps his hand into your hair and pushes your mouth onto him, bucking his hips into your mouth while letting out groans and growls, the roughness has you moaning.
“Fuck baby, you just love my cock don’t you”
Loud music flooded your ears, dancing bodies surrounded you, but you were only paying attention to one thing. the feeling of his pants moving against your clothed core, the crowd of people pushing you two closer as the music continued. Jimin’s arms around your waist tugged you forward, hips colliding and grinding harder. It all became to much, your hand traveled down his torso and palmed him firmly, then grabbed his hand to push your way out to the exit.
He pushed you up against the car, kissing you roughly and biting your bottom lip, you push away and look around to see if you are in sight of onlookers, coming to a conclusion you are in a secluded enough place you drop to your knees and hurry to undo his belt, taking his hardened member out. ‘We can’t do this here, wait until we get to the house,’ you look up at him through your lashes and sink your mouth slowly, taking him all in. Releasing a broken moan as he lets his head fall back onto the car, tangling his hand into your hair as he guided you up and down his length.
“Oh fuck… never mind, keep going”
The movie comes to an end, wiping your tears caused by the tragic plot twist, you look up to your boyfriend for comfort, met with his angelic face as he sleeps peacefully, light snores and his chest rising and falling softly. Cuddling up to him for some well deserved rest your thigh falls atop his bulge, causing a whimper to fall from his lips, not thinking of sleeping anymore.
Sliding under the covers and getting snug between his warm thighs, licking the stain of his pre cum before pulling his boxers down. Taking his member in your hand and licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft, then taking the tip in your mouth, bobbing your head and pumping the remainder you couldn’t take in, swirling your tongue around. His grunts get louder and his hand moves to cup your cheek.
“Shit.. just like that”
Movie dates were a usual thing, mostly to pass time or an excuse to laze around cuddling. Jungkook picked the film to watch and the farther it went on the more you realized it was erotic, the couple couldn’t go a minute without touching and having sex, but you couldn’t help the wet feeling between your legs, you weren’t the only one getting turned on.
His hardened length was moving back and forth against your ass, you turn to face him and see him with closed eyes as he is biting his lip to keep quiet. Opening his eyes slowly, cheeks heating up knowing you did notice his ‘subtle’ movements. You smirk at him, pushing him on his back and moving down his body, you take his pink dripping cock out of his tight pants, Jungkook sharply inhales from the cool air. You look at him, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks. He bucks his hips wanting to feel more pleasure, your hands move to his hips holding them down, restricting him from moving, causing him to let out needy whines and pleas.
Never Mess with the Cul-De-Sac Kids (Dream Daddy One-Shot)
AN: I made a post
about this idea and decided to write it. Also I just used my Dadsona’s name.
Pairing: None except a little DamienXDadsona Words: 2705
It was a normal,
boring day in Trig for Lucien. He was staring out the window at the trees while
his teacher droned on about cosines. Riveting. When suddenly a conversation behind
him caught his attention.
“Did you hear what Emma R.
did to Amanda Ross?” Someone asked another person, Lucien shifted to listen,
hearing all about how Amanda’s friend group completely betrayed her.
“So that’s why she’s
been hanging around…” Nothing was said but he knew they pointed to him. Ever
since his dad started seeing Michael, Amanda’s dad, she had been trying to
spend more time with him. He assumed it was because of the possibility of them
becoming step siblings but know it made a lot more sense. She had been spending
more time with all of the kids in the cul-de-sac, actually. He didn’t really
see her with anyone that didn’t live there. Lucien felt the blood in his veins
boiling. Amanda had become like an older sister to everyone but especially him.
His dad loved her, in part due to her helping him channel his teen angst into
better things than Cask of Amontillado-ing his classmates. The bell rang and
Lucien headed straight for Ernest’s locker.