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100 Prompts That Will Make You Cry: Part 1

Unfortunately, my amigos, we managed to come up with 100 prompts. Here’s part 1:

  1. You’re a ghost haunting your own funeral. You see that nobody showed up.
  2. What are these strangers doing in your house? You’re confused and angry, it’s been a week and it seems like they’re not leaving, they’re not even paying attention to you. You’re the ghost haunting your house without knowing it.
  3. A single man and dog run the Iditarod only to show up with the medicine for his daughter too late. This is his story.
  4. You fight for a noble cause. You complete all the necessary steps. You reach the top of the world doing good deeds to improve peoples lives. It’s your first day of retirement and you watch your hard work comes undone before your eyes.
  5. “You can’t understand how it is to feel this worthless. I just want it all to go away! I want it all to STOP!”
  6. Despite everything they did, everything they went through. It was made clear that their attempts were pointless, as they were too late to save them.
  7. The only thing left for you to do was to leave forever
  8. You didn’t visit your parent figure in hospital the day before they passed away because you wanted to finish your homework. Less than 24 hours later, you get a message from your sibling. “They passed away this morning.”
  9. No matter how hard you try, they just laugh at you. You are a joke, a game, you don’t matter. You’ve had enough.
  10. “Robert, you can’t just leave! There are fifty kids waiting for you! You promised you’d get us out alive. You told them so!” “No, darling, I promised I’d get us out alive. Us, being me and my 500 grand. Thanks for your help, by the way. Sorry about the boiled alive thing. Chao!”
  11. Why did you leave me? It’s been 15 years. Why did you leave? I can’t just accept the fact that you showed up on my doorstep expecting an apology. I have a family now. And I can’t let you pull me into your problems.
  12. Your school, company, or organisation has required you to go to therapy for a potentially traumatic incident. This is the session when you decide to tell the story of becoming estranged from your last living relative.
  13. You can only watch the live news helplessly as, thousands of miles away, an tsunami happens in the country your best friend happens to be visiting
  14. “My head is full of you but my arms are empty.”
  15. Best Friends Forever", we used to say. But now we aren’t even talking anymore. When I see them anywhere, another person is by their side, a new best friend. And I, I am all alone.
  16. Person A shares something that no one knew about them and it is very personal and then they get outcasted by their family and person B is the only one to support them as they cry.
  17. The fire was pretty, swirling in shades of blue and green and purple, if you could ignore the fact it was destroying the planet.
  18. A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer.
  19. “I cannot take it anymore, Sam. You don’t tell me anything, you’ve been disappearing for hours, you have phone calls you don’t want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary. I’m done being patient. I have packed my things, you can keep the car and the house. Goodbye.” A small box fell out of his fingers, and a ring with a diamond shining merrily on the band rolled away, as the phone stopped playing out the voicemail.
  20. You unlock your phone, and, ignoring the shaking of your hand, answer the call. “Hey” you say, not even trying to compress the wound, too far gone as you already are, “no, i’m fine. I’ll be with you in a minute or two…”
  21. I knew it would be there, I saved for this special occasion. It was my deserved reward after a shitty day and it was gone. The cupcake was gone.
  22. it was finally summer, his favorite season. He sat up in his bed and told you all about what he did last year. He rode his bike everywhere, he played so many games with his friends, he swam in the town park pool… you were the doctor, and you had come in to bring his parents out of the room to talk to them about how the cancer had spread unexpectedly.
  23. You’ve just had an unpleasant lunch with your family and one of your siblings has just told you that you’ve been horrible the entire meal. What now?
  24. Your mom starts crying
  25. you walk down the street and you see a familiar face. Your heart starts beating faster and you speed up, because Gosh, you haven’t seen them in the longest time, but then as you are about to reach them and scream their name, you suddenly stop because remember that it can’t be them because you’re now on the other side of the world, and you left the person you love far away….
  26. It’s your grandfather’ funeral. The place is packed, he was loved by so many. Then, a small child puts a cup of coffee by his ashes.. (“Have this grandpa, it’s time to wake up”)
  27. The person you love has to be killed in order to save other people. Their death guarantees the others’ safety and it is the right thing to do, and they want to do it, but you have to kill them. So you do.
  28. you have the power to bring back the dead. You quickly realize that this comes with draw-backs since certain parts of them stay dead. someone close to you had an accident and this is the most difficult decision of your life.
  29. the smallest coffins are the heaviest.
  30. Her answer is to gently cup your face with trembling hands. Her smile is gentle and so, so sad. Her breathy whisper reaches your ears, “because love is watching someone die,” and shatters your world.
  31. It had always been her. From the first day you saw her, you knew that she was the one, the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. Day by day, that future became a little more solid, a little more opaque. Until you watched it shrivel, collapse and die when strangers pulled a frail, familiar body out of the wreck.
  32. you wake up to silence, except for the sound of quiet sobbing and a set of packed suitcases in the hall.
  33. “I’m going to… take a nap… just for a minute. I’ll be… right back.” He lies down just where he sat. “Could you… hold my hand?”, he asks of her. She moves carefully around the table, as not to disrupt the game that they will certainly continue. He rests his head on her knees. “Are you there?”, he asks. “Yes, I’m here.” He holds her hand tighter. “Are you there?”, he asks, slowly his voice getting quieter and weaker….
  34. You and your family were in a car crash. You think you’ve survived but in the hospital you found you’ve died and you watch your parents, your SO, your children and your friends mourn. You don’t leave earth. You remain there watching over your loved ones, but when they die, they don’t join you. You are by yourself forever.
  35. Driving home, you hit something. Getting out, you realize it’s your pet who went missing a few months ago
  36. Using the word ‘almost’ is the most melancholic way to describe an upsetting moment. She almost got there in time. He almost caught her. She almost told her. They almost made it.
  37. You realise animals no longer acknowledge your existence. They can’t seem to see or hear you. Your best friend is your dog.
  38. “I’ll never be perfect in my parents’ eyes no matter what I do.”
  39. When you were 7, you were kidnapped when for 15 years. At the age of 22, you are finally rescued. Write about your time held in captivity and what it was like when you were saved.
  40. Time and time again, the prompt guy refuses my Danny DeVito suggestions
  41. “You’re the worst teacher I ever had, but I don’t want you to leave, because you were also the best, in a way.”
  42. after always feeling like you were never wanted around, someone decided to tell you how you felt is exactly right. and now you have a fire in your heart you’ve decided to do something about it.
  43. He was supposed to protect me. Instead he became the one I needed protection from.
  44. “We’ll be finally be able to be together. Just one more year. Then we can finally be happy.” That was the last thing you said to your lover before going back off to war. Now you find yourself in an empty house, holding one last letter addressed to you and the memories of a lifetime of unfulfilled promises.
  45. I’m not sure which was worse: keeping it a secret for so many years, or the look on my mom’s face when I told her.
  46. you moved in a new town a few months ago. One of your friend tells you that he heard your best friend say “There’s no point staying in touch, we won’t see each other ever again.”
  47. “I’m sorry sir, but we’re all out of chicken nuggets.”
  48. You are a stray dog. Your master lost you 3 years ago. You go on an epic and heart-filled journey to find your master, not knowing that they are already dead.
  49. It was the first time your parents said the word proud in relation to you, but you could just feel that was nothing more than a backhanded compliment. It only made you feel terrible.
  50. After five years, they were finally back together. But time had torn them apart and as much as they tried, they were unable to love each other again.
  51. The dark and dreary realisation finally hit you: You’re the one in the coffin. This is your funeral. All these people are upset and crying over you.
  52. The war had been ravaging the country for years. You fought for your country, you shed your blood, you did your part. And yet a mistake is going to be your undoing. Write your last letter before your execution to a daughter you will never come back to.
  53. Your siblings played a game with you, it was called “Who can ignore you the most”. But it’s okay, you knew they love you, because there was still food on the table, and bedtime was still shared in the same room. It’s been years, you’re in the worst time of your life now, and you feel the need to reach out for help. You hope the game is over by now.
  54. You’ve been messaging someone online for years now, chatting with them about this and that every so often. They stopped logging on a month ago. You have no way of knowing if they’re okay, and can only watch and wait for a reply.
  55. You read a late familiar’s diary from decades ago. You knew nothing about them before this moment.Their insight in life is what you need to solve your problems, and your insight could have helped save their life.
  56. “I am so tired.” She whispered to him, inches away from jumping of that bridge.
  57. Every time your father leaves for work, you wonder if he’s going to die. You make sure to say “i love you” every day before he goes, but one day you forget…
  58. you’re the last member of your species, your culture, your language. Scientists are around you, waiting for every bit that you can share, for them to document. They don’t care about you. Although you’re surrounded by people, you’re alone.
  59. your idol, a vegetarian, was forcefully fed a hotdog
  60. Write about the small and big sacrifices mothers make for their children.
  61. You are trapped in a “coma” can hear everything around you, including friends and family coming to say goodbye before your life-support is taken away due to lack of insurance. They can’t prove you aren’t brain dead. You can’t say goodbye back.
  62. “The monsters won’t come and hurt me will they daddy?” “As long as I’m around,” he said, giving you a goodnight kiss. “No one will ever hurt you.” “You’ll come home right? Promise?” “I Promise.” But he failed to keep his promise. He never came home and the monsters got you after all.
  63. Tell the story of someone who goes about daily life, well, tries to anyway. It’s hard for them because they had severe depression. Tell of their struggles and trials. But also tell of their successes.
  64. For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
  65. you’re the last person in the world and you just lost hope for finding anyone else
  66. You went on a great quest with your friends. You slayed monsters together, fended off enemies, and overcame all challenges that came your way. However, your friends perished at the final boss. You’ve just defeated him, and the reality is sinking in.
  67. You are the new Death. The torch has been passed down to you for reasons you don’t know. It is now your job to take the lives of those whose time is up, old or young. Are you prepared to do it? And why were you chosen?
  68. You have become immortal through a game that destroyed your universe. You and and your friends recreated the universe. You remember, they do not. The big bad from the game haunts your dreams.
  69. You wake up and smell something burning. You think someone is making breakfast. You get up to see your house is on fire and you’re the only survivor.
  70. As the crowd around you cheers for your brother’s assassin, you hold him in your arms as you watch his life fade. He was the most hated man in the world, a brutal dictator, a tyrant worse than your father ever was. He was the very kind of man who you hated yourself. Yet you’re crying, looking down upon his smiling face as he watches the crowd and his killer in his final moments, because in the end this was what he promised you. He promised to make a world where no one would have to fight anymore, where there can be peace. And now that the most hated man is dead, there can be.
  71. After a long fulfilling life, you find yourself in the past, at the lowest point of your life. Your family is gone, your friends don’t know who you are, and you’re left with nothing. What do you do?
  72. there’s no pizza in the fridge
  73. You love children and plan to have some one day, until you find out at a doctors appointment that you are infertile…
  74. It’s the effort that counts but it’s the result that’s remembered. Write a story about someone who spent years devoted to their passion but their efforts remain unrecognised, unappreciated because they were ultimately unsuccessful, even after death.
  75. “…you never really loved me, did you.” and the silence said it all
  76. you are a dog going into the vet. You have no idea why your owner is crying. You have no idea that it’s your last visit.
  77. Your parents just told you that they’re getting a divorce.
  78. Your best friend/SO has wronged the gods and has 24 hours to live. You can trade your life for theirs by putting your essence by the mercy of the gods. What do you do?
  79. he spat angrily as he raised what remained of his son “I NEVER LOVED YOU”
  80. write a story where you build up to one character’s death. In the end, that character survives, but another character dies instead.
  81. You are a time traveler, but you never knew it. The only time you successfully did it was when you were a baby, and you’ve grown up a long time away from your original life. One day, you find a shrine… Dedicated to you, by your original family.
  82. You sat across from them at the table, and realized that you had both run out of things to say to each other.
  83. Write a story about an adventurous character who somehow survives all the trouble they get into. These are the memories of an old person, as they remember what they did, with a week of less left before their last breath.
  84. Everyone else had moved on further. You have missed your opportunity to move along with them, and you are the only one left behind in the gray lands. All because of your most annoying habit
  85. “But I rescued you from-” “You killed the dragon! You killed my best friend!”
  86. When you were little, you lost your parents in a house fire. Now, you’ve found out that you have the power to control fire, and are starting to suspect that the fire that killed your parents wasn’t a cooking accident after all..
  87. You spent the past 10 minutes walking back and forth from the lobby to the dance floor in search of them, worrying your ass off. They finally decide to come out and they curse at you for ruining their night.
  88. It was horrible, a pain unbearable to you, the feeling of your soulmate breaking down. The person you once loved, now shattered and scarred from trauma. The worst of part of it, you were helpless. All you could do was sit and watch, but you’d get your revenge. On Death himself.
  89. Your maths teacher gives you a school detention despite the fact that you are 110% innocent of everything you’ve been accused of.   You are forced to stare at a wall for half an hour in silence to think about ‘what you’ve done.’  What happens now?
  90. You confess to your parents about your depression and suicidal thoughts, but they just shrug it off as you being over dramatic. Months later and the sight of your parents still hurts you deep inside, because they never understood you.
  91. You’re in love with your coworker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting job today. He tells you that he loves you.
  92. You’re in a room full of onions.
  93. You’re just about to start your period and you’ve been craving Chinese food all week. You finally get said Chinese food, get home, pull it out of the bag and drop it. You start scream-crying, and your family runs into the room to check on you. What happens next?
  94. Your daughter has been bullied ever since she’s started school due to the fact that you aren’t the richest of families in a pretty nice neighborhood. When she begs you to buy her a doll everybody likes, you know you won’t be able to afford it.
  95. You hide in your room and clutch a pillow, listening to the abusive language your family members through at each other. You hear your youngest sibling being physically abused again, and his screams echo throughout the house.
  96. “We found cancerous tissue. I’m sorry.” “What a way to start my first day of college.” (comment: this actually happened to me, I was diagnosed with cancer my first day of college)
  97. An old man is on his death bed, riddled with dementia.  Volunteering for the elderly with no family left, you visit, but he mistakes you for son or daughter.
  98. I looked in the mirror and realized who was staring back. It was someone I wasn’t content with.
  99. Write a story through the perspective of an abused cat on their 9th life.
  100. Tell a story about a person who never appears in photographs because they were always behind the camera, looking wistfully at everyone’s smiling faces. It is only after they’re long gone that someone finally notices. Old memories are brought up.
compassion. | 1

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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not requested.

“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”

“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”

“Please let me in.”

genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, possibly smut in the future? angstish for now tbh

How you ended up with the world’s biggest fuckboy as your roommate, you don’t know; actually you did but still why you stayed you don’t know. This was seriously one of the world’s wonders; there were no common interests or reasons we had to get along but somehow we both ended up in this place together. You had been placed in the same apartment thanks to your friend Jimin who was moving to his own place and he said he’d look for a roommate for you, you didn’t expect that guy to move the worst person he could possibly choose into your home.

“I’m sorry, okay? He needed a place to stay after getting kicked out of Youngjae’s place.”, Jimin sympathetically told you whilst you tried to enjoy a meal. “If they kicked out, what makes you think I want him?” “Come on, he’s like a younger brother to me, he’s your age. Give him a chance?” “He’s literally the worst, since the day I met him I’ve wanted to murder him.” “Jeez, you need to stop hanging out with Yoongi.” “Besides the point, Jimin.” “I’m sorry, just give him a chance, if you can’t stand him, just leave, come to me, I don’t care, but give it a go. I kinda do wanna live on my own now?” “Am I the problem?”, you asked unamused by his hectic argument. “No, no, it’s not you, it’s just easier to get to work and school from my new place. You’re always welcome over if you need to stay or something, don’t worry.” “Fine, this is all for you Park Jimin.”

The things you do for this guy; you had a soft spot for Jimin, he was like an older brother to you. The one you never had, he really needed a roommate and soon you became friends, that was after realising you guys had mutual friends. Well, now you were living with Jungkook for Jimin’s sake.


It wasn’t too bad at first, neither of you spoke to each other and when he did attempt to make conversation you would simply tell him: “Did we agree on talking at this time or am i hearing things?”, causing him to sigh and give up on trying to gain your friendship. Other times you were forced to speak to him, like when he was in front of the fridge, the stove, the microwave or the door. “Move out the way dickead.”, you told him after he was blocking the entrance to the bathroom. “That’s not how you pronounce Jungkook!”, he pouted as he dried his hair with a towel. “Was I trying to pronounce your name? I don’t think so and you’re still in the way!” “My apologies, my lady.” He would always attempt to joke around with you and be friendly, but you assumed he was doing so to be civil not to be friends with you after he dropped you and Isla back in high school, even if you weren’t friends with Isla anymore, it still sucked.

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Giddy

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: #6 with jughead x reader? thanks, love your work!

Prompt:
#6 “Here, take me blanket/jacket.” - “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering*

A/N: I think I might end up doing another one similar to this because I want to write a bit more about that energy you get when you hold hands with someone you like and you’re so nervous/excited that it’s like your body can’t handle it and it shakes to get rid of the energy and like yeah so I might do that

Tag list: @1amluke, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @lostinpercyseyes, @captainsuperfangirl, @pissheadofficial, @teen-river-wolf, @itsjaynebird, @nooneshoney, @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

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Hatred

Request: You and Jughead don’t like each other and trade insults all the time, until one day you’re thrown together and start making out furiously.

Requested by: anonymous

Part 2: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157709938523/hatred-part-2

Part 3: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157992846283/hatred-part-3

Masterlist: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157919516668/masterlist

You were sandwiched between Betty and the wall in a booth at Pop’s. You frowned across the table at Jughead, who had a similarly unamused look upon his face. You were trying to be civil with him, but he kept insisting upon glaring at you instead of just leaving you alone.

It was Betty’s birthday and she had invited you, Veronica, Archie, and Jughead to have dinner at Pop’s before her party. Betty was one of your best friends, so of course you said yes, but the meal turned sour when you ended up stuck across from Jughead. Betty and Veronica were chatting away, with Archie chiming in from time to time. You were trying to focus on your food.

Pop walked over to the booth carrying a large strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream on top. He placed it in front of Betty before stating with a jolly laugh, “On the house, Betty. Happy Birthday!” Everyone at the table, including Pop, burst into the Happy Birthday song. You joined in, glad to be celebrating Betty instead of focusing on Jughead.

“Would any of you kids like a milkshake?” Pop asked after the song was over. Archie and Veronica both ordered before Pop turned to you.

“I’d like a chocolate milkshake.” You said politely.

“I’ll take a chocolate milkshake as well.” Jughead said.

“Coming right up kids.” Pop smiled before walking to the back.

A few minutes later, Pop came back carrying three milkshakes. He was scowling. “I’m sorry kids, we only had enough chocolate ice cream left for one milkshake.” He placed it in the middle of the table between you and Jughead.

“That’s okay, Pop. We’ll figure it out.” You said politely. As soon as he was gone, your eyes shot towards Jughead. He had already grabbed the milkshake.

“That’s my milkshake.” You said, unamused.

“I got to it first.” He shrugged, dipping his straw into the drink.

“And I ordered first, so it’s my milkshake.”

“That’s too bad.” He said mockingly, before taking a sip. You really wished you had laser vision.

“Jughead, don’t be childish. Share it.” Betty told him. That was Betty, always trying to remedy the situation between you and Jughead.

He rolled his eyes, before sliding it across the table. You smirked at him before scooping out some ice cream. “You know what? I don’t want it anymore.” He said dryly.

You looked at him incredulously. Was he really that childish? “Whatever, more for me.”

AT THE PARTY

Thank god you were at a party. They really weren’t Jughead’s scene, so you never had to see him. You were enjoying yourself, talking and laughing with Veronica and Archie.

By 9 pm, a raging game of spin the bottle truth or dare was in full swing. Someone would spin the bottle and whoever it landed on would be asked to pick truth or dare. It was Veronica’s turn to spin.

As the bottle spun around, you couldn’t help but hope it wouldn’t land on you. You didn’t want to do anything wild and become the girl who made out with some loser or something. Unfortunately, the bottle slowed and stopped just as it pointed to you.


You sighed. You had to pick dare. Everyone else had chosen it and you didn’t want to be the only one who chickened out. “What kind of dare you got for me, Ronnie?”

She sat there for a few seconds, thinking. Archie leaned over and whispered something in her ear and her eyes lit up. “That’s good!” She turned to you. “I dare you to experience seven minutes in heaven with…” She looked around the room, before her eyes landed on the last person you ever wanted to be locked in a closet with. “Jughead.”

He was leaning against the wall in the corner of the room, watching the game silently. When you glanced over at him, he was scowling. And so were you. “Really, Ronnie? Of all the people…” you were irritated. Why did they have to do this to you?

“You have to, [Y/N].” She stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with her. She led you to the closet, before opening the door and gesturing for you to enter. You looked over at Betty, hoping she would stop this, but she only mouthed ‘sorry.’ You rolled your eyes, but entered the small room.

“No way.” Jughead didn’t move from his spot in the corner.

“Archie, a little help?” Veronica asked.

Archie jumped up, and walked over to Jughead. He was much stronger than Jughead, so it was easy for him to push Jughead towards the closet. With a final shove, Jughead fell into the closet. Unfortunately, he fell on top of you just after Veronica slammed the door shut.

He knocked you over, and you knocked over a couple of board games that were on the shelves behind you.

“Keep It down you two!” Someone yelled from outside, causing everyone else to laugh.

You rolled your eyes. This was so mature.

Jughead quickly found his footing and took a step towards the corner of the closet, not bothering to help you up.

“Thanks for the help.” You said sarcastically, getting up and picking up the board games that had fallen.

“Thanks for getting us into this situation.” He said, annoyed.

“Oh, I got us into this situation?” You turned towards him, growing irritated.

“Yeah, if you weren’t so rude to me all the time, they wouldn’t have forced us into this closet.”

“Oh, I’m the rude one? Okay.” Your sarcasm grew stronger with every sentence.

“Or if you just hadn’t picked dare like a dumbass.” He continued grilling you.

“And what else was I supposed to pick? Everyone was picking dare.” You took a step closer to him, so you could get in his face. You weren’t going to take his crap.

“You need to stop worrying so much about what everyone else is doing.” He took a step closer to you, so you were right in each other’s faces.

“Oh yeah, like I should be taking advice from-“ Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned closer to you, pressing his lips into yours.

You were caught by surprise, and tried to lean out of it, but his lips felt so warm on yours that you couldn’t. His kiss was full of anger and he leaned into it, pushing you against the wall. You didn’t understand it or why it was happening, but it felt too good to break. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your hands into the hair underneath his beanie and bringing him closer to you.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, he took a step back. His eyes burned into yours, intense and full of desire. You couldn’t help but breath hard after that intense make out session. You still had three minutes left in heaven and you sure as hell weren’t going to let it slip away.

You roughly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back to you, locking lips again. You could tell he was surprised you wanted more, as his kiss was sloppy. You didn’t care. His lips just felt so good against yours.

He pulled away again, this time backing away from you until his back was against the opposite wall. “You’ve got about 30 seconds before someone’s going to come crashing through that door.” He said quietly, straightening the beanie on top of his hair.

“So are we going to talk about that?” You asked as you flattened your frizzed hair and straightened your shirt.

Jughead watched you intensely with the same hungry look in his eyes. You could tell he was resisting. He shook his head slowly. “It’s probably better if we don’t.”

Before you could utter another word, the door flew open and in marched Veronica. “Nice to see you could get along for a few minutes.” She laughed, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the closet. You glanced over at Jughead as you were leaving, but he was staring at the wall where you had just stood.

Everything was confusing you. Why did he do that? Why did you like it so much? Did you no longer hate Jughead? Everything he did was so annoying, and yet you loved the way his lips felt against yours. You were hungry for more and you knew he was, too. The only question left was: How could you see him again?

Andreil Quits Smoking

so i somehow messed up answering your ask directly, but this was requested by @vexingcosmos! i’m sorry it took me forever, but i actually did some research because i know NOTHING about smoking. also, this got long. like…really long. 


  • it began as most things do, where the Foxes are concerned: with a bet
  • it’s a Friday night and the Monsters have come to Columbia, and for once, the upperclassmen were allowed to come along
  • Matt’s birthday was on Wednesday, and he just wants to hang out with his best friend and favorite human Neil okay let him live
  • so Neil *asked* Andrew and well…we all know how that goes
  • the whole gang is having a grand ol’ time
    • Aaron, Nicky, Allison, and Dan have been on the dance floor practically since the second they walked into Eden’s
    • Allison dragged a reluctant Renee out to join them within the first hour, and this girl can DANCE don’t fight me on this 
    • Kevin has been drunk since before they even left Sweetie’s (snuck in a flask, the little troublemaker)
    • he’s so far gone that he couldn’t even tell you who the first striker in Exy history to reach 1,000 goals was. he may or may not be aware that he is swaying.
    • Matt has been hanging out at the table with Neil and a rather annoyed Andrew
  • Matt has convinced Neil to take way too many shots for his tiny body to handle, but Andrew is there, so he’s trying not to worry about it 
  • sometime around the seventh shot, the rest of the gang makes their way over to the table
  • Andrew’s hand is on Neil’s thigh, and his pointer finger has been tapping incessantly for the past twenty minutes
    • and Neil can only take so much, even from Andrew
    • he stares at Andrew as subtly as he can (i.e. not very) in an effort to catch his attention
  • Andrew eventually drags his gaze over to Neil and lazily cocks his head to the side, as if to say what could you possibly want at this moment in time, Neil
    • Neil looks pointedly to Andrew’s hand and then jerks his head towards the exit
  • Neil is, of course, very unsubtle with all of this
    • Kevin turns to stare at them and says, in a barely intelligible voice, “if you’re gonna hook up, you could at least wait until we’re back at the house and i’m passed tf out”
    • Nicky laughs and says, “aww Kev c’mon, let the munchkins have playtime whenever they want”
  • Andrew is about to turn his whiskey glass into a weapon for the munchkin comment when Aaron suddenly pipes in
    • “nah, Andrew needs to take care of his other habit”
    • it is now very quiet in their group of normally very loud people
  • everyone looks to Aaron for him to clue them in on what he means
    • everyone except Renee, who has silently moved closer to Andrew just in case he really does decide to use that whiskey glass
  • Aaron continues: “you know what smoking does to your body over time, right? i assume i don’t need to go all Bill Nye on your ass and draw you a picture”
    • Aaron becomes Dr. Minyard when he is very drunk. trust me.
    • Andrew doesn’t say anything, just stares at Aaron. is he even blinking? probably not
  • “who am i kidding. you don’t care. you’ll just let this ruin you. i bet you couldn’t quit even if you tried” 
  • that gets everyone’s attention
    • Nicky: “did he just say the B word”
    • Allison: “looks like it’s that time again where i get even richer”
    • Matt, softly: “oh shit”
  • Neil is about to jump in and open up a can of whoop ass on Aaron when Andrew’s steady voice comes from beside him
  • “fine”
  • everyone, collectively: “WHAT”
  • Andrew rolls his eyes. “fine. i bet that i can quit completely within a week”
    • complete silence. everyone just stares. shock. disbelief. 
  • Andrew gets up and starts heading towards the exit, dragging Neil along with him 

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  • Neil decides to join Andrew in Operation Quit Smoking
  • but two days into it, they’re both at their wits end
  • they definitely aren’t about try anything medication-related, for obvious reasons
  • after doing a bit of research related to natural methods like adding more of certain vitamins into your diet, Neil confronts Andrew
    • “you know we have to. we don’t have another choice”
    • “fuck you, i’m not doing that”
    • “Andrew. it’s our last option.”
    • [after a long, defeated sigh] “fine. but you have to ask him”
  • so Neil does the one thing he wished he’d never have to do with anything that isn’t Exy
  • he asks Kevin to help
  • when they wake up the next day, Kevin has printed out color-coded meal plans for both Andrew and Neil
    • Andrew Minyard does not cry. But let me tell you. Looking at that list of food options…it was an extremely close call.
    • on every single day, the breakfast item was a green smoothie
    • Andrew thought he’d rather just pay the entire $500 betting pool off himself
  • but Neil. precious, precious Neil. tells Andrew that they can definitely do it, and wouldn’t it be great to prove Aaron wrong and make him lose money that he probably would have spent on Katelyn?
  • so they pull themselves up by their metaphorical bootstraps and follow all of Kevin’s rules. every. single. one. 
  • halfway to their deadline, Andrew finally wants to kill everyone slightly less than he did yesterday. he marks this as massive progress. 
  • Neil didn’t really smoke in the first place, but he’s still having trouble finding something to replace that feeling he gets from the smell
    • he’ll be okay without it, he thinks. he has Andrew to keep him steady, to ground him when he feels like he could float away from reality for good
  • by the following Friday, the Foxes have gathered in the girls’ room to hear the final word and settle their bets
  • Kevin has become the official referee of this particular bet
  • everyone waits in suspense, heartbeats flying at the thought of all the cash they are either about to lose or gain
  • Kevin takes his role seriously, as he does everything else
  • “i declare that, as of this day at 4:27 pm, Andrew and Neil have gone three consecutive days without one cigarette. i predict that they will be able to continue resisting, if they keep following my suggested guidelines”
    • the last bit is said with a hard look at Neil and Andrew. of course.
    • Allison, Matt, and Dan don’t try to hide the smug looks on their faces as Aaron and Nicky hand over entirely too much for a bunch of college students to bet with
    • Renee chose not to participate, but her new bruises say that she’s been helping Andrew cope all week
    • Aaron grudgingly looks back to Andrew, holding out his hand with his share of the winnings
    • Andrew just stares at him. blinks. turns around and walks out the door. 
  • Neil edges out of the room to follow him up to the roof while everyone is arguing over who gets Andrew’s share, since he’s obviously not taking it
  • Neil reaches Andrew and sits beside him with their shoulders touching
  • they’re looking out over campus when Neil turns to Andrew
  • “i’m proud of you”
  • Neil gets a disgusted scoff and a hand pushing his face away in return
  • “you’re still a junkie”

the-fae-weaver-of-words77  asked:

“let’s keep this between the two of us.” Azriel and Feyre?

“Let’s keep this between the two of us, okay?” Feyre mutters to Az as he slips, unobtrusively into her bedchamber and she jumps to her feet, hurrying to meet him. 

The shadowsinger just nods, ever dutiful to his High Lady’s every wish. 

“No-one saw you come up here, did they?” she can’t help herself asking anxiously, glancing over his shoulder as though expecting Rhys to burst through the door at any moment and catch them together. 

Azriel just gives her a flat look that implies he’s insulted she would even ask such a thing of him. Perks of being a super spy, she supposes. 

“Alright, I’m ready,” she says, holding out a hand in invitation. Azriel grips it tightly and they winnow into shadow and darkness. They emerge moments later onto the pleasantly warm Velaris streets, pleasantly bustling but not overly crowded, something neither of them would have appreciated. 

They set off together, Azriel quietly leading the way while Feyre follows, smiling and nodding at some of the people they pass who wave greetings to her. “Thanks so much for this, Az,” she puffs out, checking her bag to ensure she brought her purse with her. She doesn’t usually, typically relying on the convenient credit she has in most stores, but she doesn’t want Rhys to have any inclination of her purchase today. “You’re a lifesaver.” 

“It’s no trouble,” he says, leading them down into a quiet, shaded street and walking to the very end, a small store tucked into the corner. “I live to serve at the  High Lady’s pleasure.” She squints up at him, one eyebrow raised, and he smirks. “And entertaining as his last birthday was, I understand it’s not an experience you want to repeat.” 

“No,” Feyre groans, burying her face in a hand at the shame of it. She has many talents and she loves her mate dearly, as Azriel knows,  but gift buying has never been her strong-suit. And the bastard has a habit of finding exactly what she wants every single year without fail. Just once she wants to get him something absolutely perfect. Fortunately, she has a secret weapon in the form of Azriel. 

“Really though,” she grumbles, pushing into the shop after him, “Who’s allergic to strawberries?”  

“Rhys,” Azriel hums simply in that way that implies he knows everything in the world and that nothing could ever surprise him. 

Well, he had been surprised last year when Rhys had taken a large bite from one of the chocolates she had delightedly given him and then promptly started choking. The shadowsinger hadn’t been expecting that. Unfortunately neither had she. 

“And Keir,” he adds as an apparently innocent afterthought. 

Feyre blinks, startled, looking round at him. She supposes it’s not too odd, Keir and Rhys are related, even distantly. Still, “I suspect that comes from the list you have tucked away somewhere that details every known method of killing that bastard; not a concern for the steward’s meal choices?” She muses lightly. That tugs a small, dark smirk out of Az. 

Azriel leads her to the back of the shop then stops in front of one of the small, dusty glass-fronted cabinets to let her see what he’s picked out for her. She opens her mouth to point out that the display is stuffed full of items, she isn’t sure which one he means, but she stops when she sees it, her face lighting up in a smile. Hugging a rather startled Az she whispers, “It’s perfect.” And is relieved when he accepts the hug, smiling, patting her rather awkwardly on the shoulder to convey his acceptance of her gratitude. 

Once Feyre has made her purchase and had it carefully wrapped up by the owner, who seems friendly with Azriel, well, as friendly as anyone can be with him, the two wander back out onto the streets of Velaris. Feyre insists on dragging him into a nearby shop and pressing a large amount of fine differently coloured balls of wool into Az’s protesting hands and then further insists on taking him for a quiet cup of tea. 

She rarely spends time alone with the shadowsinger, he always seems to be out somewhere on some secret mission sometimes she doubts even Rhys knows about. That or closeted up in his room with Mor, enjoying the time he has with her. Usually she only has conversations with him like this when they all go to Rita’s and neither of them feel much like dancing for an hour or so. 

It’s nice, though. Azriel has a quiet, oddly calming presence, even with the shadows darting around him, whispering, always whispering. There’s a comfort to being around him, a sense of safety, and an odd feeling that she could tell him anything and he would simply nod and understand. As a result, Az is the one she’s gone to more times than she can count when she’s had a difficult decision about the court to make that she doesn’t want to put on her mate. He inevitably listens to all she has to say and offers a few quiet insights that help her make up her mind. She values his opinion, and his friendship, more highly than she thinks he’ll ever know. 

Not longer after they’ve sat down in a comfortable booth by the window, they’re both brought two teas and slices of cake that she hadn’t ordered, but that she suspects Azriel did, given that they’re both topped with liberal amounts of strawberries and that their arrival prompts a rare, mischievous smile to blossom across his lips. 

Feyre nibbles at her cake then decides now is as good a time as any to bring up what she wants to, as well as have her revenge for this little dig about the strawberries. Looking slyly at Az over the rim of her cup she says innocently, “I’m sorry to take you away from Mor, I know you just got back, you must have been wanting to spend some time with her.” 

Azriel just blinks at her, saying nothing, as he drops a lump of sugar into his tea. Then another. Then another. She’s discovered, from these little retreats they make to this place from time to time when they both need a little peace and quiet, that he takes an inordinate amount of sugar in his tea. He had confessed to her once, with a small smile, that it was his one and only weakness. 

Finally, carefully, too carefully, Azriel says, “I’ll have plenty of time to brief Mor, later.” Yes, brief her, amongst other things. 

“Mm,” Feyre muses, taking a small sip of tea, “Wouldn’t you rather have spent the morning with her than me?” 

Azriel blinks, apparently genuinely bemused by this comment, “You’re my friend, Feyre,” he says quietly, sincerely, “I like spending time with both of you.” Damn. She really should leave the subtlety and intrigue up to Az as well as the gift choosing. And he’s too earnest and good-natured, there’s no fun in teasing him at all. 

“Azriel,” she says quietly, a soft smile tugging at her lips, “I know.” He blinks owlishly up at her again, clearly implying you know what? And she just scowls at him because if she doesn’t get to tease him then she’s not playing games with him either. 

A deep flush of colour burns into Az’s cheeks as he stares at her, “How?” he rasps eventually and she smirks smugly at him. 

“You’re not the only one who can know other people’s secrets, Az,” she says with a grin, taking another pointed bite of the strawberry cake, which really isn’t half bad. She might have to bring Rhys here at some point, then she might have half a chance of finishing a dessert on her own without the High Lord’s spoon magically making its way over to her plate while he twitters about ‘mating bond equality’ and ‘what’s yours is mine, Feyre darling’. 

Azriel’s face darkens at that and a low, protective growl rumbles in his chest, “Who told you?” he demands, hands curling into fists. 

She starts in surprise at the sudden black venom in his voice and opens her mouth to say something when Azriel freezes, apparently realising how he’d reacted. The blush on his cheeks darkens and his wings twitch, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly, and she has her suspicions that he and Mor haven’t been together for long confirmed, based on his response. 

“It’s alright, I understand,” she says quietly, and she does. That need to protect, to keep her safe must be heightened for the two of them after the amount of time they spent apart. She smiles, “And no-one told me, Az,” she huffs, a faint hint of playful scolding in her tone, “I can find some things out without the help of you and your spies, you know, I’m not blind.” 

“Says the woman who didn’t notice for nearly fifty years that her mate is allergic to strawberries,” Az mumbles into his tea, but she notes the playful spark in his eyes and resists the urge to kick him under the table with difficulty.

Instead she reaches over and takes his hand, “I’m happy for you, Azriel. For both of you. You deserve this,” she gives his hand a soft squeeze and finally manages to coax a faint smile from him.  “But why-” 

“Didn’t we tell anyone?” Azriel supplies for her. She supposes he has to find some way to claw back his composure, the best way he knows how, making sure he knows everything she does. Mostly. She nods. He shifts uncomfortably, wings rustling in agitation at his back as he shrugs. “We would have, when we were ready,” he says quietly. “We’re just…Not.” She’s never seen him so discomposed before, he’s usually the picture of articulate eloquence. But Mor…She does this to him. “Not yet, Feyre, please-” 

She gives his hand another quick squeeze, smiling, “I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone, Az, I promise.” He smiles, nodding his head, and thanks her. 

They finish their tea and cake and then Feyre winnows him to Mor’s townhouse before returning herself to the House of Wind to finish up her preparations for Rhys’ birthday. 

The next day, her mate is delighted by the delicate ornament of crystal Illyrian wings she gives him, after having spent all of the day before painting them, accenting the details until they’re a near perfect replica of her mate’s own. 

Feyre notes the way Azriel’s scarred, gentle hand slides around Mor’s waist, squeezing, drawing her in close, just for a moment while no-one else is watching….But misses the way Rhys raises his glass of wine in Azriel’s direction while she’s chatting to Mor, thanking his brother for picking out the gift. Az nods and smiles. The two of them are content to keep this particular secret between themselves for the rest of their long eternities. 

Yes, Daddy (M)

Yoongi x Reader ft. Namjoon

Word Count: 3,830

Warnings: Dirty dirty smut. Voyeurism, exhibitionism Daddy kink, slight bondage…..whoops.

Summary: After a month apart, Yoongi comes back home with the boys of BTS. After finding a surprise gift from him, you meet up with the boys for a celebratory dinner/anniversary party, but Yoongi has other plans for you.

A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog.


It was a gloomy day, rain streaking the windows of your small apartment. You were curled up in bed with your fluffiest blankets and your favourite book, when you heard a faint knock.

Confused, you walked to the door and opened it, only to find there was no one there. You looked down the hallway but no one was in sight. Something at your feet caught your eye, looking down you saw a pale pink box with white ribbons tied around it, and a pretty bow resting on top. An envelope sat on the box so you reached down to open it.

Princess,

It’s been too long since I’ve seen you and I feel like treating my princess to a night out. I know this is last minute, but trust me and follow the instructions inside. All of them. Meet me at the restaurant.

Love,

Yoongi

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Auston Matthews #2 - Game Six

@memz-elizabeth- asked: Hi can i get an imagine please? Can i get an Auston Matthews one about the loss of the Stanley cup? a lot of fluff and cuteness please! thanks

So sorry this came out much later than expected. I think I caught a cold from a friend of mine who neglected to tell me she was sick and that I shared a drink with. This was super fun to write because who doesn’t love fluff? I know I do. I hope you enjoy this! 


The great thing about game six of the playoffs taking place at home was that you got to see your boyfriend Auston play live. What wasn’t so great was them losing and you having to watch first hand as they skated heartbroken off of the ice. When all of the parents and significant others gathered to meet them outside of the locker room you went as well but hung towards the back. You wanted Auston to see his parents first since he would likely be riding back with you. It had been Mitch’s turn to drive the carpool and by you bringing your car it gave Auston the room to decide if he wanted to be alone or not.

Your phone buzzed with condolences for Auston from your friends and you answered a few as you waited for your boyfriend to emerge. Auston was one of the last ones out likely because the media wanted to pester him with questions and he made a beeline for his parents, not noticing you. Though usually towering over people with his broad shoulders and 6’3” frame, the way he hunched in on himself gave the impression he was much smaller. You made no attempt to move from your spot against the wall. This was a private moment for Auston and his family and you didn’t want to interrupt.

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New Fic: Courtship (1/7)

Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda

Chapter Title: The Tavoan (read on Ao3!)

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav/Skylar Ryder

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jaal’s family comes to Meridian, ready to ask questions and get some answers about the relationship between Ryder and Jaal. 

Notes: Finally throwing out some Andromeda fic. Yay! This is for @theherocomplex because we finally share a ship again! <3 And just a note, there are end-game spoilers here, so tread carefully if you haven’t finished the game yet. 

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“Tell me true. Does my son satisfy you sexually?”

Ryder stills, a cup of tea halfway to her mouth, at Sahuna’s question. “Umm…” she says as a way to try to stall from answering, or better yet, not acknowledging the question at all.

This is supposed to be a relaxing lunch, a chance for Ryder to spend some time together with Sahuna. Now that Jaal’s family took the time to come to Meridian, Ryder cleared her schedule as much as possible. She and Sahuna sit in her father’s old quarters in the Hyperion, listening to music while eating an actual home-cooked meal. But instead of enjoying her salad - with actual greens from Elaaden - Ryder wants to be anywhere but here.

“Oh, how your cheeks redden,” Sahuna says, delight in her voice. “Jaal told me about the human blushing, but I never expected to see it myself.” She sets down her fork next to her plate and looks right at Ryder. “Now, why are you embarrassed?”

Another question which makes Ryder want to find a hole and let it swallow her up. She takes a breath, and tries to remind herself about the differences in human and angaran culture. “Sex isn’t something we-” Ryder stops herself to take another breath. Why is remembering to breathe suddenly so difficult? “Something that humans talk about in public.”

Especially with your boyfriend’s mother…

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Auston Matthews - Reunited

After reading so many Auston stories I thought I’d give it a go at my own. Written at midnight so forgive me if there are errors.
Prompt: you’re unexpectedly about to reunite with your childhood best friend over dinner at his family’s house. Feelings from the past 10 years will come up.
Word count: 1391
Warnings: none. All fluff.
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You’re standing in the middle of a grocery aisle unable to move after the mother of your childhood best friend invited you over for dinner that evening. Auston Matthews is coming back home to Arizona and you haven’t seen him in years. You two used to be inseparable. In elementary he’d go on and on about the zamboni to you and you’d tease him for loving a sport on ice when you live in the desert.
Auston freaking Matthews. Damn, you missed that name. Since he’d gone off to Switzerland to pursue hockey you two hadn’t been as close. But, now, you were hoping for the best. You have less than 4 hours to get yourself together to be reunited with the only boy who would play rough with you during recess in elementary.
Once you snap to, you immediately check out of the grocery store and hurry home. What do you wear tonight? How should you do your hair? Does it even matter? He’s always seen you as such a tomboy. You have his number jersey already. Should you just wear that? Is that over thinking it? What. Do. You. DO?!
You’re laying down in your bed as all these questions fill your head. There’s a photo of you two, probably around 10 years old, tacked to your cork board above your desk. Auston has a smirk on his face and his elbow resting on your shoulder as your arms are crossed with a look of annoyance. Yeah, he wouldn’t care too much if you showed up in ripped jeans and a messy ponytail. You’ve always been that comfortable around him.
You decide to put on a light amount of make up, (unripped) jeans, and a nice floral blouse.
You still can’t believe Auston is coming home for such a short amount of time and his mother wants you to join them for their intimate family time together.
Also tacked to your cork board, directly underneath your photo together, is a wristband that says “best friends” on it. You two got them in 6th grade when you went to an arcade together and completely demolished him in every shooting game you both played.
You leave your house around sunset with your 6th grade bracelet hugging your wrist. You hope it’ll be a good conversation starter so you and Auston can easily fall back into the swing of things. As you are approaching his family’s house your stomach is filled with butterflies.
Stepping up to the front door you take a deep breath and exhale as many of the nerves you’ve built up that you can. You ring the door bell and wait. Playing with your thumbs as you hear footsteps approach the door.
“Hey!” Auston answers as he swings open the door. He immediately pulls you in for a big hug. “(Y/N) I’ve missed you!”
You’re completely caught up in his embrace. “I’ve missed you as well, Auston.”
As you both pull out of the sincere embrace he takes you by the hand and leads you inside.
“Mom just finished hooking it UP with dinner. You came just in time.” He smiles at you as you’re led into the dining room. You say, “hi.” To his parents and sister.
Dinner was amazing. You realized you also missed his mom’s cooking. She’d always make meals when you’d go over in the summertime to play. The dinner consisted of small talk and mostly his dad bugging him to know all the details of living in Canada and hockey. The entire time you were sitting next to Auston and he’d look over every few minutes with a smile and thank you for joining them.
Once dinner is over, the entire family excuses themselves for their nightly routine. Auston takes you into his parent’s backyard to continue the night. You two sit down on a lovely cushioned bench under the starry Arizona sky.
“How are you?” He asks. Genuinely wanting a truthful answer.
You shrugged, “I still live in Arizona so I don’t think I’m as well off as you.” He laughs and nods in agreement.
“I’m really glad my mom bumped into you today. I had lost your number when I moved out and really wanted to see you.” He said, scooting closer to you on the bench so your legs were touching.
“I’m glad too.” You smile and look down at your feet. He begins to run his finger across your wristband. “Wow, you still have this?” He asked.
“I know, silly, right?” You say. A bit embarrassed now that you actually wore it.
He lifts your chin with his finger and smiles at you.
“Yeah, silly.” He smirks.
“Ah, Auston Matthews. King of teasing me.” You say as you playfully push at his chest. He chuckles and then reaches to hold your hand. His fingers now interlaced with yours.
“Thank you for wearing this. I realize you’re the only person in this city who I can still have a good talk with without any of my career stuff being the main focus.” He states as he kisses your hand adorned with the best friend bracelet on it.
You smile at him, “well, Mr. big-shot hockey man. What made you think I came over to do anything else other than grovel over your Hockey God existence??” You both burst into laughter.
“Oh, I definitely missed this. Thank you.” He sighs while letting go of your hand and proceeding to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You easily rest your body against his and are content with the next few moments of silence. You grab his hand that’s resting in his lap. Both of your hands exploring his fingers and caressing his palm. He carefully placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He says, sounding a little shakey.
“Auston Matthews, am I making you nervous?” You giggle.
“Honestly? The thought of seeing you again scared me so much. I remember you being the only girl to challenge me at anything. Damn,(Y/N) you knew how to push my buttons.” He laughs. You kiss his thumb that you’ve been playing with.
“Thank you for not changing one bit, Auston.” You whisper. He pulls his hand away from yours and places it on your jaw. Moving your face towards his.
His eyes explore your expression as your heart is practically beating out of your chest. His thumb caressing the side of your face. You begin blushing and try to turn away.
He whispers, “please… I’ve been waiting since the 3rd grade to do this.” And pulls your face back towards his leaving no room between your lips. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and kiss back.
It’s slow and loving. He takes his time giving you sweet pecks and runs his hand down your back. This sends a chill up your spine and goosebumps appear all over your body.
You pull away, trying to catch your breath. This kissing wasn’t intense but you had so many nerves worked up since you had also been waiting a long time to do that. You both giggle into each other. Leaning your foreheads against each other.
“(Y/N) again, I can’t thank you enough for showing up.” He said. A wide smile gleaming across his face. He has your coral colored lipstick on his lips and you erupt into laughter. Seeing how good your lipstick looks on him makes you want to kiss him more. Not so much that he looks good but that it’s empowering to see it on him. It gives you the same feeling you had years ago when you had beat him at all those arcade games in the 6th grade.
“You have a little something on your lips,” you finally explain why you laughed so suddenly after he was trying to have a genuine moment with you.
“Oh, do I??” He grins then attacking your cheek and neck with tickling kisses.
You laugh, “okay, okay I think it’s gone. Whatever was on your lips is gone”
You cuddle up to his warm body as he wraps his arms around you.
“I could stay like this forever, Matthews,” you whisper as you draw circles on his arm with your finger tips.
“Then, stay forever.” He suggests as he gives you a tight squeeze.

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

home for the holidays (m)

pairing: reader x resident assistant!kim taehyung

genre/components: [ NC-17 ] smut, fluff // taehyung finds the perfect company for his lonely winter break

count: 5,264 words

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR BABY. he’s the reason why i try to stay positive and happy in life and i hope he’s showered with lots of love and happiness. this is honestly just fluffy tae smut cos i want him happy.

There was something about Christmas that always left a bitter aftertaste in Taehyung’s mouth.

Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loved festivities. Why else would you find him squeezing into an oversized diaper on Valentine’s Day, dropping off little bags of chocolate on every one of his resident’s doorsteps? When asked why he did such a thing in a ridiculous outfit, in other words a pair of white boxer shorts, he only replied with, “I’m Cupid, it adds to the authenticity.” Halloween had him and Jimin, a fellow resident assistant, hiding in the dorm’s broom closets and scaring every person that walked past (though the hall director did ban this for the following year due to minor injuries caused). Nevertheless, Taehyung lived for the atmosphere during these days, how alive the world seemed when everyone was happy (debatable for Valentine’s Day).

However, Christmas was something that Taehyung had a love-hate relationship with. It wasn’t the cold weather because he loved every opportunity he could take to bury his face in the knitted scarf his grandma had gifted him and inhaling copious amounts of hot chocolate.

But being a resident assistant over winter break was never fun. The hall was empty and cold, slithering a chill down his spine whenever he walked down the all too dead hallway that was usually filled by chattering with the occasional sex noises. Residents were gone, most of them back to visit their families and the minority staying on campus to take up a few classes. The resource center he worked in was even more dead. If that was possible.

Nobody even came for toilet paper and people always came for toilet paper.

He was clicking away on a minesweeper game on the ancient computer downstairs (he tried to install League but that had fucked up the system) when he heard sounds from above him. And there you stood, hair a wet, tangled mess, eyes staring at him curiously, lips plump and dark from the shower as you blinked. So cute was his first thought. “Hello! Another human being! Now this is a true Christmas miracle.”

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The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

Requests are open!

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Originally posted by writers-square

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Birthday boy.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader
Word count : 1,797
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 10 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



Jared took your advice. The next weekend he went home, and the boys spent time with his parents while he tried to work on things with Gen. Again. When he came back, you could tell it hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped it would. You had passed him in the lobby, and gave him a reassuring smile on your way out.

He was tired, and drained. Between work, and trying to make things work with everyone, he felt like he was running on empty. He came home after work that Wednesday to a note taped to his door that simply said “downstairs.”

With a groan, he headed down and knocked on your door. You answered, and a wonderful smell hit him. “Come on.” You smiled and led him in, letting him shut the door behind him.

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( ┊☾ secret ➽ kendall jenner

❝ i could taste the wine on her lips as she kissed me like the dirty secret i was. ❞

“I’m really feeling the steak.” My date mutters to me, his eyes trained on the laminated menu settled in his hands. I simply nodded in answer, a hum softly rumbling through my body as I attempted to make my own decision for my meal of the night, a glass of aged red wine pressed against my lips. 

“Well, if you play your cards well enough, I might be getting some meat tonight as well.” I tease playfully, brazen in my flirtatious devices. I could see the smirk that slowly dawned across his sculpted features like a crown, finally looking up to meet my gaze. That was our game. We often found ourselves in couple like scenarios, classy and confident, knowing damn well whatever expensive dress I wore that night would be found on his apartment floor the morning after. It was the best of both worlds, really. I got the free dinner and the good cock without the emotional attachment, and he got the ride of his life every single week. 

“I think you’ll be starved of it until the very last minute.” He answers nonchalantly, his menu closing as the waiter approaches. Our orders are placed, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a face all too familiar to me. She and her own friends settle in the table beside mine, a covert smile sent my way. I momentarily frown, but nonetheless move on with my night. 

“I don’t think you’d deprive me even if you had to. You’re too kind on me.” The girl on my right quirks a brow while her friends obliviously order a bottle of their finest champagne, and I feel my phone vibrate in my lap. 

“Oh, sorry baby, work text.” I quirk up, pulling my phone from the table to glance at the text I was sent. 

KENDALL: nice boy toy

I have to hold in a satisfied smirk at the text, quickly writing up a reply. It seemed that she wasn’t too fond of him from the look on her face, yet she said nothing aloud. And like a true jack of all trades, boys weren’t the only ones I could play games with. With Kendall, we liked to pretend we didn’t know one another outside the confines of my bed sheets, handcuffs and lace lingerie forgotten. 

ME: nice fishnets.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I scanned her endless legs, not wanting to give her body the attention I always did but not being able to help it either. All I could imagine was what was between them, glistening and hot against me. 

KENDALL: what do you say you ditch him for a fat minute? your lipstick might need some reapplication. 

ME: please, you’d be the one getting it all smudged. i’m not ditching my dick appointment to do you a favor. 

KENDALL: then let me give you a solid. i haven’t tasted that pussy in weeks, baby. 

I set my phone down. Engage in conversation with my date, pretend like Kendall isn’t blowing it up, growing more jealous by the minute. The food comes, we eat, we laugh, we flirt. Kendall keeps texting, her phone never leaving her hands. She blames it on her mom, a gig being booked that’s gone awry. Her friends continue to drink their champagne and laugh through the night. 

My body buzzes. The possibility of getting to have two of the best fucks of my life both in one night without either knowing about the other despite their close quarters seemed almost too thrilling to be real. That he’d find out if I snuck off and storm away. That she’d be too upset by the fact I’m still going home with him at the end of the night. 

But I pick up my phone again none the less, because just the thought made my pussy pool with heat. 

ME: bathroom. now. 

I excuse myself from the table, coy smiles and murmurs about powdering my nose made as I quickly rush up and go into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind me. Unlike the typical, there were no stalls; simply one room, large enough for the both of us. 

I settle in the corner, my legs spread and my knees bent, eagerly pushing my panties aside. Just the first contact, the feeling of my cool fingers pressing up against the slick heat of my hot cunt was enough to let a whimper escape. I knew Kendall wouldn’t be in for another five minutes or so, but there was no use in waiting. 

Besides, her seeing me in such a compromising position would only benefit me. 

My fingers tease my cunt, sliding up and down, circling my clit but never actually giving it the true amount of attention it desired, constantly threatening to slide into my aching hole and stretch myself out. 

When she walks in, our gaze meets. She locks the door, not a word said as she makes her way to me. Down on her knees in an instant, eye level. 

“Well, look what we have here…” She mutters curiously, a soft purr.  Before I could answer, our lips connected, sloppy and hungry for fire. I could taste the wine on her lips, a soft moan escaping as my free hand tangled into her hair greedily, tugging at it. 

Our tongues collided, fought for dominance, but Kendall won. She always did. I was far too eager to get my pussy fucked to care much for it. 

“I bet I can fuck you better than that boy toy of yours can.” Kendall speaks against my mouth, her hand finding my cunt. She easily slips two fingers in, gently pumping in and out with no intention to truly fuck me just yet. It’s her appetizer, her tease. She knows nice and slow does very little to actually get me off. 

“Yet you’re not doing a single thing to prove it, are you?” I reply defiantly, egging her own as her lips leave mine to trail kisses down my neck, her berry lipstick staining my flesh. Her dull teeth sink into it, and I gasp, the pain and pleasure hypnotizing. 

“I don’t have to prove a single thing, sweetheart. You already know I’m right. Look how wet this pussy is for me.” She answer, high and cocky. Her speed finally increasing the slightest as she curls her fingers up, hits that sweet spot as I writhe in anticipation. 

“… Please, Kenny.” I whimper, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip while her petite figure slides further down against the floor. Her head is between my legs now, and I can feel her breath against me. 

“As you wish, darling.” Her lips connect with my cunt, circled right around my clit as she sucks on it forcefully. And this is when she goes into full drive. My leg wraps around her head, keeping her trapped as she pleasures me. 

Her fingers go to work, a third slipped in as she began to relentlessly pound into my cunt, stretching me thin while my head tilted back, encouraging moans escaping. 

“Yes, Kenny, just like that.” I whine, my hips bucking sloppily against hers while she sucked and fucked my slutty cunt. The date waiting outside sure knew how to use his cock on me and work his numbers, but Kendall, oh Kendall. She was a natural pussy pleaser, her tongue never failing to surprise me each and every time she went down. 

“You like it, baby?” She asked, knowing just what the answer was. That was one thing about her. She loved the praise she got. 

“So much, I’m so close, baby.” Her fingers curled, pressing up right against my sweet spot. I could feel it bubbling up deep within me, and I wanted nothing more than to feel that mind-blowing sensation; and just as her thumb pressed up against my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, I felt it.

My back arched off the wall and my hips moved sloppily against her hand, a loud moan escaping as I cried out in pleasure. 

“Fuck, Kendall!” 

She fucks me right up until I’m coming down, a satisfied smirk painted on her lips. My chest heaves as I try to steady my breath, looking at her through drooped eyelids. 

When she pulls out of me, she brings her fingers to her lips, sucking up every last drop of my cum from it; far too excited to do so. 

I push myself off the floor, adjust my hair in the mirror, and slowly walk out; back to my date with a smile. 

He’ll never know. 

Yes, Daddy (M)

Originally posted by jjks

Yoongi x Reader ft. Namjoon

Word Count: 3,830

Warnings: Dirty dirty smut. Voyeurism, exhibitionism Daddy kink, slight bondage…..whoops.

Summary: After a month apart, Yoongi comes back home with the boys of BTS. After finding a surprise gift from him, you meet up with the boys for a celebratory dinner/anniversary party, but Yoongi has other plans for you.


It was a gloomy day, rain streaking the windows of your small apartment. You were curled up in bed with your fluffiest blankets and your favourite book, when you heard a faint knock.

Confused, you walked to the door and opened it, only to find there was no one there. You looked down the hallway but no one was in sight. Something at your feet caught your eye, looking down you saw a pale pink box with white ribbons tied around it, and a pretty bow resting on top. An envelope sat on the box so you reached down to open it.

Princess,

It’s been too long since I’ve seen you and I feel like treating my princess to a night out. I know this is last minute, but trust me and follow the instructions inside. All of them. Meet me at the restaurant.

Love,

Yoongi

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ASKS - Changelings

Asks sent to my main, answered here, regarding students who are stolen away, what happens to them, what replaces them, and what happens to their replacements

Anon said: what about changelings attending elsewhere university? like changelings that always knew they were fae but never interacted with their kind before? what about changelings “betraying” their heritage and siding with the humans on campus?

It’s generally silently expected among the Fair Folk that if it ever came to open warfare, changelings would be loyal to the courts rather than the University. It hasn’t ever gone quite that far, but nevertheless there have absolutely been times when changelings stood by their human friends and siblings in open opposition to other members of the Gentry. Most of the time this isn’t viewed as betrayal; beyond court dealings they tend to be extremely individual, and clashing with another one of the Fair Folk isn’t terribly unusual. When one of the courts is involved, however, things tend to go poorly for the defiant party.


enderblogs-17 said:  Hey, I just finished reading your “Elsewhere University,” and honestly, so many questions. First, does a person know they’ve been taken? Can they bring themself back? Do they remember anything when they’ve returned? How do you know something is done by the gentry (I think that’s what you called them) and not by humans? Do they exist in other regions? I’m so curious and fascinated, but please, if this crosses any lines, don’t publish. I don’t want to get you in trouble with the gentry.

Hahaha I appreciate the consideration! Okay - generally you would know if you were taken, yeah – you’ve gone from your dorm room to a candlelit underground hall full of blooming cherry trees, or something else equally Not Dorm. If something stole you away because it’s infatuated with you, you’d likely be doted on for at least a short while. If you were stolen away because something hated you, you’re probably somewhere less nice.

It’s definitely possible to bring yourself home – you could appeal to the one who stole you in the first place; if they think they love you it’s sometimes possible to convince them to free you again. You could buy your way to freedom, with whatever gifts and items you have on you; you could win it in a game of skill. If you are lucky enough to be beloved of the crows, they will lead you home. If you are brave and clever and know enough of the rules to navigate the Elsewhere, you could escape on your own. If none of these work, someone will come looking for you eventually – your lover, your friend, your sibling, your RA.

Unless they have explicitly given up their memories, then they would remember their time in Elsewhere for as long as they are on campus. Once off campus the memories fade quicker than they should (although the more Involved you were, the more you hold on to, and there are other ways to remember).

I think in general it would likely be hard to know if small weirdnessness had been committed by the Gentry or by students. It’s a college, after all. The whole premise of the comic was that there is so much weird shit that it’s already difficult to tell.

They do exist in other regions – Elsewhere U isn’t the only place where the Elsewhere meshes through. Most of the other places are schools as well, but not always, and the nature of the Gentry tends to vary depending on each region’s folkloric bones.

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Routine

Inukag Oneshot

Summary: Inuyasha and Kagome had a weekly routine. They would go somewhere good to have breakfast and spend their day on a private not-a-date. But what if one of them wanted it to be a date?

This is a gift for my precious baby Zoe @vividxdreaming a girl full of light and love.

I love you babe!!!

Also on ff.net and Ao3 if you prefer. 


Inuyasha walked through the streets on his way to Kagome’s home as he did every weekend for the last six months.

Waking up and having a real reason to get out of bed, shower and dress. Taking a shower in the morning when he normally wouldn’t  spoke volumes about how much he enjoyed spending time with his wench.

He made a face as he crossed the street. She wasn’t exactly HIS wench, Kagome was HIS friend. Maybe she was the only friend that he made plans with every week, without asking. It was the only permanent appointment he had, every Sunday early morning. Which for Kagome it meant every Sunday at noon.

The door of her apartment was in front of him, a cute lilac door, the only one that was not the custom dark brown on that floor, and he suspected, the only one of the building. He rang the bell knowing a half ready woman would open the door because it was still half hour to noon.

The door opened and soon after a petite woman poked her head out with a big smile on her face.

“You are here! Welcome to my kingdom,” she declared holding the door open for him to enter.

“Humbled to be allowed here…” he kept the joke going.

She batted her hand dismissively, “As you should be!” Her voice lost the dramatic tone before she continued. “I’m almost ready, just getting dressed and make up!”

“You don’t need make up, Kagome! We’re only going to have breakfast!” He complained but the girl was already in her way to her room.

Before entering her room she turned to him with a pouty face, “but I want to look pretty…” and she closed the door behind her without looking back.

‘For you’ remained unsaid on her part, just as his answer ‘you are always pretty’ was not brought into the conversation.

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Castle Fanfic: Worry Later 1/1

Worry Later

A Caskett 2x14 AU

This is an extreeeemely late birthday fic for our favorite Prompt Overlord, @inkstainedcoffeecup. Although this one isn’t a prompt of yours, I hope you enjoy it anyway, Lou! <3


“I need a date.”

Lanie looks at her as if she has sprouted a second head or started speaking in tongues. Truthfully, she hadn’t quite meant to put it out there just that plainly, but she’s battling the agitated flutter of her heart right now and if she doesn’t do something about it soon, she won’t.

“What?” her friend asks, her eyes narrowing. “Repeat that, because I know I didn’t hear you right.”

“A date. A guy. A man,” Kate says, gaining steam and courage with it. See, she can do it, too. She can get a date with someone attractive and successful, and she doesn’t need to be on some pathetic ‘Most Eligible’ list to do it. She just needs a little help from a friend. And only because Lanie seems to know everyone. “You’re always trying to set me up with people, so here I am. I’m game. What have you got?”

One of her friend’s eyebrows skyrockets. “Okay, what’s gotten into you?”

Ugh, Lanie. Don’t ask that. She doesn’t want to talk about interviews and assumptions, or her infuriating shadow. She just wants her friend to help her out.

“I get so wrapped up in work all I want to do is go home where it’s quiet, and I’m so tired of quiet I want…”

“Castle,” Lanie offers, crossing her arms over her chest, her lips curling in challenge.

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Games | Derek Luh

WARNING: This is smut and it’s very kinky, I’m talking Daddy!Kink and Overstim so I need y'all to be mature pls

RATING: R

Summary: Derek and Y/N decide on playing a game of who can cum first, and to make it interesting, the freshlee boys come over.


It was a normal day of sitting around the house in our sweats and I was lounging on the couch, my head on Derek’s lap. I looked up at him as my blow pop rest on the tip of my tongue as he let out a groan.“What’s on your mind, princess?” He smirked as his calloused hand combed through my hair. “Why don’t you and I play a little game?” I giggled, plopping the cherry-flavored pop into my mouth. His eyes flickered with excitement and he already knew where it was headed. He hoisted me into his lap and stood, escorting me to the bedroom. Immediately I was thrown on the bed and he went into our closet to retrieve my little pink bag of trinkets and delights.

Our little bag was a collection of toys and teases for my pleasure, mostly. But sometimes when Derek was Daddy he wanted to play with them, too. He plopped the bag on the bed and I reached into it to grab something new, a cock ring. It was a remote controlled ring that I knew would drive him mad, if he decided to wear it. I placed it on my tongue as he watched me intently, his eyes darkening. “Baby, I’m not wearing it,” he groaned as I could clearly see the bulge in his sweats. “Daddy, please. Your naughty girl will wear a vibrator in her tight little pussy, and only you will know,” I started as I reached into the bag, pulling out the toy and its remote. I placed the remote in his hand and began to tug down my sweats, sliding the small toy into my dripping core, a moan escaping my lips. Derek’s face was riddled with confusion and amazement as he watched my actions. “No fucking, oh my fuck,” he muttered as she took the ring and stuffed his hands down his pants, putting it on. “This better be fun,” he sneered as he walked out of the bedroom. “It will be daddy, trust me.”

After a little while of relaxing in bed, I felt the vibrations begin between my thighs. I bit my lip, trying to ignore the immense pleasure I was feeling, not wanting to stain my sweats. I quickly hustled downstairs into the living room to find KDL, Nate and Derek sitting on the couch, staring at me in amusement. “Baby, anything wrong,” Derek’s cocky grin glinted at me. “Not at all Derek,” I cocked my eyebrow and he narrowed his eyes at me. He hated when I didn’t call him daddy, it always resulted in trouble. I watched his hand reach into his pocket and I was immediately met with harder vibrations. I let out an instant squeal and Nate looked at me with concern. “Oh, saw a spider, it’s gone, ha” I spat in one word before scurrying into the kitchen. I attempted to prepare a meal, but I instead wanted to have my own fun. I reached into my sweats pocket and turned Derek’s ring on. “Oh fuck,” I heard him mutter from the other room which was followed by laughs. “Yeah, that was a pretty hot girl,” KDL noted and I cocked my eyebrow. I felt the vibrations in my core reach maximum and my walls clenched around it, my legs giving out on me. I fell to the floor as my arousal tore through me and sprayed across our kitchen floor. I looked down and whined, tears forming in my eyes as the vibrator continued its assault on my nether regions.

Derek ran into the kitchen to see the mess I’d maid. I wanted to open my mouth but I was afraid only a loud moan would follow, so I stayed silent. He cocked an eyebrow as he pulled me up out of my wetness and plucked my sweats down. “Oh babygirl, you’re so so naughty,” he muttered against my ear, sitting me on the counter. “I fucking love you,” he smirked and reached between my legs, grasping the vibrator and thrusting it in and out of me. I attempted to get him to stop, which resulted in his hand around my neck. “Don’t run away from daddy,” he spat as I looked into his eyes, tears flowing from mine. He held his grip on my neck as he licked up my neck and sucked harshly on the spot below my ear. His hand working on me below was full of vigor and strength as he pumped me to my second orgasm. I clawed at his back as I tried to fight back moans and tears but his grip around my neck told me to be audible. “Daddy,” I whined as I felt the vibrator continue once more, at a harder pace than before. Derek leaned into my ear and breathed, “play with your clit”. My head fell back at his words; I loved dirty talk. My weak hands went to my core as I used my left hand to spread my folds and my right to massage my clit. “Daddy it hurts,” i whined, tears flowing and evident in my voice. His right hand leaves my core and trails to my face, wiping the tears from skin with his thumb. I felt my end tear over me and he stepped away from me, taking the vibrator with him. “You knew what you were getting yourself into,” he winked and placed the remote in my hands, walking back into the living room. I heard a slew of catcalls and gasps and I blushed. “You’re a wild one in the bedroom,” KDL chuckled as I took weak steps into the living room. The boys smirked at me as they looked me up and down. My tee wasn’t large enough to cover my damp, lacy panties and I looked like I’d been through hell and back, but apparently that was hot. “Oh fuck,” Sammy groaned, his tongue peeking out of his mouth and swiping across his lips.

“Stop staring,” I whined and tugged my fingers through my hair. I stepped over to Derek, falling to my knees in front of him, my legs still weak. “No, you’ve been bad. You’re going to leave me alone,” he smirked and shook his head. I clambered onto his lap and his hands gripped my waist aggressively. My dainty frame was tossed onto Kevin’s lap and he groaned, his hands instinctively falling to my thighs. I huffed and crossed my arms, pouting. “Stop being a bratty princess or I’ll cum in your hair later,” Derek rolled his eyes and grasped the television remote. KD looked over at him and then down at me, all the boys staring in our direction.

“Hey, don’t involve me in this, ” Kevin groaned and shook his head. I whined again and began to wiggle my hips. “You’re a jerk,” I huffed again and Derek glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. “Fucking stop.” He spat as I rotated my hips like only he’d seen me do. Kevin’s low pants began to fill my ears and I blushed, quickly adjusting the little remote in my pocket to high. Derek’s eyes widened as he stared at me, biting at his lip roughly. “Baby, you better fucking stop,” he snarled, his hand gripping the arm of the chair roughly.

“He’s gonna cum in your hair if you don’t chill,” Kevin panted in my ear and I stopped my actions, cutting off his punishment. “You’re so sweet KD, I should fuck-” before I finished my sentence Derek grasped my hair and led me into the bedroom.

He shoved me against the door as his swollen lips attacked my neck. “You’re gonna have cum all in your hair, and on you pussy and all on your perfect little titties.” His words were almost enough to make my juices flow like a waterfall.
Within seconds I was on the bed, him straddling my waist. Derek brought his hand down on my breasts, smacking them harshly. “Holy fuck I wanna cum all in your hair,” he smirked and he ground his boner against me. “Daddy, stop being mean!” I whined and this caused him to stop his actions. “Shut up,” he scoffed and forced his fingers into my mouth.

A blush rose my cheeks as Derek struggled to slip out of his boxers, revealing his rock hard dick in all its glory. I moaned around his fingers as his teased my slit, a look of concentration on his face. “Daddy, please I’m sorry,” I whined around his fingers, looking him in the eye like an innocent girl. He rolled his eyes and took his fingers out of my mouth, aggressively flipping me on my stomach. “Face down ass up,” he chuckled slyly, my ass tooting in the air. His rough hands rubbed over my arse, caressing it like a jewel. Immediately after a large red handprint was present on my right cheek, a pain-ridden moan fleeing my mouth. “Sammy taught me how to do that babygirl,” he sneered before savagely ramming his cock inside my wetness.

I let out a Yelp as he gave no time for adjustment, just thrusting rapidly into my ever-so-sensitive core. “You’re so fucking tight,” he spat as his hands gripped my jawline, pulling my upper half into his chest. Derek’s lips ghosted over my right ear as he filled them with vulgar mentions and fantasies. I was a moaning mess under him; my vision was blurred and I could barely think straight. All I felt was that painful pleasure his overstim provided. He kissed my neck sweetly and bit into the tender skin veiled with sweat; marking his territory was his specialty. I felt myself coming close when Derek pulled out of me, dropping me on my back to the bed. I whined, knowing what was coming next.

He tugged me by my ankle toward him and I weakly took place on my knees in front of him. “Daddy, please not my hair,” I whined and held my locks in a failed attempt of protection. I looked up at him through my eyelashes as he pumped his cock slowly, like the tease he was. He threw his head back and let out a hot moan before gripping my hair with his free hand, he let some of his warm load out on my small breasts causing me to whimper, and followed it with some in my hair. I blushed as he smirked cockily. Opening his eyes to look at my angry, embarrassed ones. “Oh, what? That was disrespectful?” He smirked once more, hoisting me up and tossing me on his shoulders, my heat parallel to his mouth. I huffed and crossed my arms. “You’re so-” before I could finish I felt his lips wrapped around my clit, pushing me closer to my fourth orgasm, I squirmed as he lay on the bed, me sitting on his face. He thwarted his tongue in and out of my dripping cove as I felt my end overpower me. My climax approached and coated his face in an aggressive burst, earning a groan from Derek.

He took my small frame and placed me next to him, kissing my neck sweetly. “I was a little rough, but thanks for handling it like a big girl,” he cooed and kissed my forehead. I nodded and cuddled into him. “I’ll take you to get your hair done tomorrow okay?” He giggled and I huffed. “It was disrespectful!” I whined and he spanked my ass one good time. “Out of all things, I think that handprint on your ass is disrespectful, babygirl. But it’s okay,” he chuckled and kissed my lips sweetly.

A/N: Y'all better appreciate this shit because lawd it killed me. I need requests before I kick some ass