You look up from your laptop as you hear your doorbell ring and glance at the time. You instantly realise that you’d got caught up in planning your lessons for the next few weeks and you’d totally forgotten about the fact that you’d invited your boyfriend over for a night in! Cursing, you jump up and smooth your clothes out, getting your apologues ready as you greet your boyfriend, leading him into your living room, where you try to pack up some of the mess you’d created during your planning session.
for days 12 & 13 of eijiroctober: studying, sleeping
Bakugou’s had enough of Kirishima asking to sleep with him almost every night (“I just sleep better when I’m next to you, man!”) and going on and on about how nobody makes him happier and calling Bakugou the most handsome boy in their whole class and putting his hands all over Bakugou’s spine and waist in mundane, public situations, like that’s platonic behavior – he’s obviously in love with Bakugou, and Bakugou’s obviously in love with him, but does he realize that? Perhaps it is about time Bakugou corners himself into martyrdom and spells it out for Kirishima.
“I told you I don’t want any fucking tea,” Bakugou snaps, lifting his face from the papers he’s reviewing to squint at Kirishima. He’s wearing his reading glasses, which is a pretty rare sight. But at this point Kirishima’s more or less used to seeing Bakugou in them. Not that he’d hazard aggravating Bakugou by boasting about it aloud.
Kneeling opposite to Bakugou, Kirishima places the tray with the tea on the table. The corner of his mouth curls as if he wants to laugh, but he resists (what a noble sacrifice that must be, Bakugou thinks sarcastically), channeling that amusement into a smartass answer.
“Yeah, and I told you I was going to make some for me,” Kirishima says with mock indignation, like a customer chiding an employee for messing up his order, repeating it slowly so it sinks in correctly this time. “I understand that you think you’re the center of the universe, but not everything I do is about you, man.”
A twinkle appears in his crimson eyes like a star from behind a cloud, casting an uncomfortably smug limelight on Bakugou. Kirishima’s getting such a kick out of saying this.
But Bakugou’s far from feeling embarrassed by such a naive ploy. He snorts, then flashes a vicious smirk for the invisible camera.
“Why are there two cups then?”
Kirishima beams. He’s either thought of everything beforehand (which would mean he’s somehow predicted Bakugou’s behavior) or he’s exercising some lightning reflexes (which Bakugou would have to claim partial credit for promoting with his constant taunting).
“In case I drop one! You’re always saying that I’m too clumsy.”
hi so I've had really bad depression for almost a year now, I've been on meds since august. but my dysporia and depression have been at its worst recently and I don't know what to do. any advice?
Hey! Starting meds can mess around with your emotions a bit and it takes quite a while for your body to get used to them. You might still be going through that period, but it will pass and they will start helping more. They won’t help you much with your dysphoria but they will help you figure out how to combat it best. Try surround yourself with people who care about you and who accept you for who you are. They can help validate you and help you out during your low days. You’re going to get through this, I know it’s hard but I believe in you!
Author’s Note: I don’t where this came from but I’ve had this scenario in my head for days and I just had to write it. Sorry if there are any typos. I just wrote this on my phone in fit of passion. Also, I just started watching Hemlock grove so idk if I captured Roman’s character as well as I wanted, but oh well. Forgive me.
Warnings: smut for smut’s sake
You were frustrated. You weren’t even convinced the word “frustrated” really encompassed the rage you felt towards yourself at this particular moment. It’s been awhile since your hands were able to get you off the way they used to. Recently, every time you were in the mood and you let your fingers slip down to your most sensitive spots, you would end up completely unsatisfied. No amount of flicks, tugs, or circular motions were enough to get you to the peek that you were desperately aching for. So it’s not even a surprise that you find yourself, once again, on your back and on the verge of tears.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon and you had the house completely to yourself. You thought that today would finally be the day you could reach that sweet high you’ve been craving. There was nothing pressing on your mind, no distractions, but after two hours of scrolling through endless porn videos and conjuring up every fantasy you ever had, it was still utterly pointless. So as you lay completely bare on your bed, throwing a tantrum, you were suddenly jolted from your thoughts by the doorbell. So with a huff, you pull yourself together enough to drag yourself to your front door.
And there he was.
The human embodiment of the sexual frustrations that have been pent up inside you in the form of a 6’4 man with the face sculpted by the gods themselves.
“What do you want Roman?” You say completely irritated. He was the absolute last person you wanted to see right now, especially now that the unstoppable throbbing between your legs somehow intensified even more since you left your room.
“Well, someone’s clearly happy to see me.” Roman teased, the corner of his full lips tugged into the infamous smirk that made every female within a ten-mile radius swoon. He pushed past you, and into your living room. The smell of his expensive designer cologne filled your lungs causing your eyes to drop for a second before looking back at him. He was completely unaware of the effect he had on you, but he could tell there was something off about you. Your breathing was heavier than usual and you were wearing a silk robe in the middle of the afternoon.
“So, what were you up to before I got here?” Roman asked as he circled mindlessly around the couch. Any other time you would be completely thrilled that he had come to you to spend his free time. But today was not one of those days. “Look Roman if you just want to shoot the shit, we do that another time. I’m busy,” you said bluntly. Roman spun around on his heels. He wasn’t used to you acting so unwelcoming, usually, you were the first person he could go to if he just needed someone to listen to him. He stepped up to you, so close his chest was almost next to yours. He took one of his long fingers and grazed it gracefully across your cheek. His big green eyes looking down at you, as if he’s never truly looked at you before.
“You know you can tell me anything. I’ve trusted you with more than anyone should. Let me be here for you.” He whispered quietly. You never felt so embarrassed in your whole life. Roman was here for you, willing to be your confidant, and the only reason you kept barking at him was because you couldn’t get yourself off.
“Roman, please. I can’t talk to you about this” you told him, backing away from him. However, he was able to grab onto your arm and bring you back into his space. Once again locking eyes. “I said anything,” he repeated slowly. Not being able to handle the intensity of his gaze, you looked down and whispered something he wasn’t able to catch. He leaned down, his ear now closer to your lips. “Come again?”
“God Damn it, Roman! I can’t get myself off, ok!” You yell at him. He shakes his head and you notice that he’s chuckling. “Are you laughing at me? See this is why I shouldn’t tell you shit. Everything’s a joke to yo-“ you were cut off by a swift movement. Before you were able to follow him, Roman has your back pushed against his chest and he begins kissing your temple. “Let me show you” he whispered. “I can help.” He pushed your hair away from your neck, tracing the length of it with his fingers. “Please?” He begged. Having little self-restraint, and feeling tired of losing the endless battle with your body, you willingly accept his offers.
He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom. Once there he kisses your hand before promising to return. You start pacing as you wait, wondering if this was a terrible idea and if an orgasm was really worth sacrificing your friendship over. But when he comes back to your room, carrying the full-length mirror from the bathroom, you were intrigued. He gently places it in front of your bed.
“Come here,” he says softly. You did as he asks and drags his hand from your collarbone and up your neck, forcing you to look up at him. He captures your lips in a kiss. His lips were so warm and soft that you could feel yourself melting in his arms. You feel his other hand move down to the tie of your robe, undoing it swiftly, and letting the silky black material fall off your body. He breaks the kiss the look down at you before looking back up at you through his thick lashes.
“A body like yours should never go unsatisfied.” His compliment made your heart race and you were more eager than ever to get his hands on you. You wasted no time pushing off his blazer and untucking his white v neck from his slacks. You loved the way he dressed. He was the perfect combination of sexy, classy and dangerous. But as of right now, all you wanted was to see these designer clothes littered across your hardwood floors. Once he was completely bare, he took the time to take off his newest watch, an investment you couldn’t even imagine making.
“Don’t want to get this wet.” He explained, placing the piece with his ring on the dresser. Then turned back to face her. And you couldn’t help but moan out loud at the sight. He was flawless. Every part of him was better than the fantasies you created in your head. “I want you, Roman. God, I want you.” You confessed. You started kissing down the smooth planes of his chest, lowering yourself with every peck. But before you could reach the place you wanted to go the most, Roman stopped you.
“I’m here for you.” He reminded you. Taking your hand and led you down to the floor. He moved your bodies so that his back was against the end of the bed, and your back was placed against his chest. He shifted beneath you slipping his long legs beneath yours and opened your legs. Looking into the mirror in front of you, you were displayed perfectly for him.
“I want you to watch me. You need to learn how to take care of this pretty little pussy of yours” he whispered into your ears. His fingers traced the outline of your lips and you let the long digits slipped through. “There’s a good girl.” He removed his fingers and brought them down your nipple. Circling around it so lightly, it almost tickled before roughly pulling on it, cause you to let out a gasp. He smiled at you through the reflection before continuing his ministrations. He lazily moved downwards until he got to where you really needed him. You were rolling your hips against him, not being able to sit still with his teasing. His fingers dragged slowly up from your wet opening to your clit. Then he starts circling around it at a slow and rhythmic pace.
“You like that?” He asked. He got his answer in the form of a soft moan. You reached behind you so you can grab his chocolate locks. Roman start nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear quite easily. He slid his other hand away from your nipple and down to your opening. Slipping two of his long and skillful fingers inside you. You had heard the rumors of the magical Roman fingers. But when he curved them to hit your spot so perfectly you almost screamed, you realized they were true.
“Look at yourself. You needed this didn’t you? You’re soaked.” You looked at yourself and you got the first glimpse of what he was capable of. Your whole body was on fire and your heaving chest and erect nipples were showing it. “I’m so close Roman. Please don’t stop.” You begged, grinding yourself harder against his length and his fingers. His legs kept you opened for him as both his hands worked tirelessly to get you off.
“Come on baby. Let it go for me, I know you can.” He encouraged. You reached the hand that wasn’t pulling at his hair to squeeze your own nipple. And with a few more seconds of stimulation your back arched away from his chest as your realase finally came. “Roman!” you screamed in ecstasy. Your orgasm hit you so hard that your whole body started convulsing. Roman’s hand slipped out of you and held you to his chest as his fingers kept circling around your clit, helping your release last as long as possible.
When your body finally stopped shaking, you slumped against his chest. You were completely spent. All those weeks of pent frustrations were finally gone and you never felt more relaxed. You turned back to look at Roman, his beautiful green eyes were completely blown.
“Do you want me to…” you trailed off. He shook his head and embarrassingly looked down at himself. “I already did.” You turned around to see he was right. The evidence was coated aross his chest and your back. You giggled a little. “The great sex god, Roman Godfrey, just came from having a girl grind on him?” You said teasingly. He lifted himself off the floor, shaking his head defensively. “You don’t get it. Watching a girl cum for you is just as sexy as getting blown. Especially if the girl is as gorgeous as you are.”
You made your way to your bed and by the time you got comfortable, Roman was back with a warm towel. Once you two were cleaned up, you guys made yourself comfortable on the bed. And with your head on chest and his hands in your hair, you let a “thank you” slip from your lips. You were so tired, you’re sure you imagined him saying “I’d do anything for you”.
Something about winter made the world all seem so much more serene, the frozen flakes that floated through the air taking their time to reach the ground, slowing time to their will. They covered the grassy plains, covered the concrete pavement, concealing the weeds and cracks that stood out amongst them. The beautiful white hid the imperfections, hid the flaws that laid just below the surface a step away from being seen, and in some ways you were jealous you couldn’t be covered by the snow yourself. Your troubles couldn’t be hidden from view with a simple change of the weather; they were in the forefront of your mind and beginning to strain at your muscles. You didn’t want to deal with it, didn’t want to face the reality that things with Chanyeol were making the doubt bubble over in your chest, his quiet pleads for you to not leave him whispering in your ear over and over like a skipping record as you watched the snow fall.
he loved your thighs and pussy. so when you asked him about face riding, he happily complied. he wanted nothing more but to make you feel amazing.
when you sat down, thighs over his head, he started kissing the insides of your thighs- adding more to the pool that was already between your legs. his rough hands grabbed your thighs, massaging the flesh that he adored so much, and got to work. your hands immediately gripped the headboard of your shared bed, not being able to stand the amount of pleasure already.
“mmh baby, you taste as sweet as always.” you heard his muffled voice from underneath you.
you were shaking above him, the amount of pleasure he was giving you was mind blowing. one of your hands held onto the wall while the other was down inbetween your legs gripping yoongi’s hair. his fingers were gripping into your thighs, most likely leaving marks. his nose was digging into the perfect place on your clit, pushing you further to your orgasm.
“god kitten, you’re amazing.”
his praising made you even more turned on in this scenario. you moved your hands up your body and held onto your boobs, massaging them since they were highly sensitive at this time. yoongi noticed and groanded at the siht, obviously loving what was happening.
“you’re so hot kitten.”
you were extremely nervous when he asked you to get onto his face- that he wanted to try something. you were quite insecure about your weight, so literally sitting on him was not something you were 100% positive about. hoseok would notice your hesitation and instantly reassure you.
“baby, please. i just want to make you feel good. let me make you feel good.” he spoke softly as he lied down. he gently grabbed you by the thighs and pulling you onto his face. you smiled down at him and took your position. you saw him give you smirk before diving right in and making you moan instantly, making you wish that you weren’t so insecure before and did it sooner.
one of hands stayed on your hip as the other one reached up and played with your nipple, making you throw your head back. his tongue and hands felt amazing all over your body,
you were a moaning, screaming mess above namjoon. the name “daddy” filled the entire room because of you. the entire bed shook from you squirming above him. his hands tightening around your thighs to try to get you from moving so much.
with each moan of yours, you could feel his smirk and ego grow rapidly.
“kitten, if i knew you were going to be like this we shouldve done it a lot sooner” he spoke with his raspby, muffled voice.
tongue dove quickly in and out of you, making your body shake even more when you finally oragsmed.
“thats it baby, grind you pussy down onto my face.” he groaned from underneath you, leaving you to wonder if he was enjoying this more than you.
your hands rested on the wall as you fucked his mouth with your entire body. you could feel his eyes on you as you closed your own and looked up at the ceiling, trying to get the amazing moment scarred in your brain forever. you had never felt this good in your entire life before.
his hands slid up your hips and around your ass, giving you some kind of stability. he gave your ass little slaps every once in a while, loving the way it made your face scrunch up in pain and pleasure.
when you finally orgasmed, you were completely tired out, leaving a proud, smug, look on jimins face.
you were on the couch when taehyung came home from practice abruptly, literally throwing his bag and shoes off.
“tae, are you o-” you tried to ask him but was cutoff by him smashing his lips on yours. he picked you a bit, just enough for him to slid underneath you, so you were straddling him. his hands roamed your entire body.
“the boys were talking about something at practice today.” he said against your lips, his hands finally stopping on your ass.
“and what was that?” you asked, grinding your hips against his obvious hard on.
“i want you to ride my face.” he stated, pulling away fully to see your reaction. a smirk was on your face, already loving it and you havent even done it yet.
you pushed him down and stood up quickly to strip off your clothing, his eyes never leaving you. you both smirked at eachother finally as you took your position over his head.
you dont know how it happened, but jungkook had convinced you to watch porn with him.
so now, both of you, him with a hard on, and you with soaked panties, sat on your bed watching the video that played on your laptop.
it got to a scene where the girl with the very loud moans was sitting on top of the man, riding his face. this scene made you close your legs to get some friction where you needed it most. jungkook noticed your action and smirked,”you want to try that?” he asked.
you nodded in reply and was suddenly attacked by jungkook hungrily kissing your lips and neck while taking your panties and shirt off at the same time. “this is going to be so fun princess.” he groaned as he flippe dyou over to sit on top of him.\you moved up a little and sat down on his face, already getting use to the incredible feeling.
his tongue circled your entire pussy, tasting all of your juices,” god, you taste even better from this angle if thats even possible.” he moaned into your flesh.
Summary: You go through college pretty much unnoticed, keeping to yourself and getting on with classes, until you bump into the object of your daydreams and your college experience is changed for the better Words: 4.1k Sam x Deaf!Reader (Stanford!Era) Warnings: none
1. Quit being so shy around the ones who love you dearly
2. Apologize for the things you know you shouldn’t have said
3. Forget the past and all the people included
4. Change, change is good
5. Never be comfortable, always make something different
6. Love. Love like that’s the only thing you know how to do
7. Stop letting things or people hold you back
8. Share your thoughts, quit letting it all swarm around in that mind of yours
9. Don’t be destructive towards yourself. Learn to love the parts you tend to shun
10. Move on ramsey
anon said: Hi! If your request are still open… can I request a jimin bad boy smut where her father’s friend son ( jimin) is living with them for a few years and the tension is just building up. Thank you! I love your writings!💕💕
Summary: Throughout high school you’ve hated Park Jimin. That doesn’t change when he begins living with you… or does it?
Warnings: language, oral sex (unprotected)
Word Count: 10.7k+
A/N: The gif is mine.
When you were two years old you’d met Park Jimin. He wasn’t even a year older than you and your father’s best friend’s son. That was beyond confusing for your two year old mind so he was simply referred to as a family friend’s son. You never had a problem with Park Jimin until your freshman year of high school when everything changed. He’d cut off all ties with you and began hanging out with a group of six other boys. He had a different girl hanging onto his arm each week and it was no secret that he and his friends often bet each other to ask girls out just for kicks.
Yet he wasn’t the asshole kind of popular, more like the popular boy who’s lowkey a nerd
His hair was always in those kind of curls,some of them were falling on his face somtimes, which made him to push them away every now and then (oh way god you know that video were he pushes his hair back?? I’m dead)
Since the first time you saw him walking through the hallway
You immediately crushed in him
But you surely weren’t the only one
Basically every girl would love to even have his attention for themselves
Even if it would only be for a few second
Eventually, you’d have some classes with him
Today was Thursday
First class of the day: physics
You adored physics
When you were younger you kind of had some problems with it
You always had to have a clear picture in your head to actually understand it
But now, you immediately get what the teacher is talking about
One of the most easiest topics in physics
While the teacher was explaining everything, you took some notes
Some notes aka almost an entire page
The teacher was in the middle of explaining when the door suddenly opened
“I’m so sorry for being late. I had to talk to the principal about something very important.”
Your heart started beating a little bit faster
“I’ve been informed Mr. Holland, please take a seat. I’m sure one of your classmates will tell you what we’ve been doing.”
He nodded, looking around for a place to sit
There was one seat left and that was next to Y/N
Aka the girl he had a massive crush on
He loved how she feather hid behind a book than listening to the gossip all the other girls are talking about
She was good at school, some people even called her a nerd
It seemed like she never let anything negative get too much of her attention
But sometimes, even if it would be for a few seconds, he saw the sadness in her eyes
“Hey, do you mind if I sit next to you?“
„Uh-uhm.. no, absolutely not.“
Oh god why did you have to stutter in the most important moments??
Big little did you know that he was as nervous as you were
His heart was beating so fast,he was afraid that you could hear it
„Can I,uhm, have a look on your notes.“
B L U S H I N G
Like from the both of you (a lot of it)
After some time he mumbled something
„Well, actually.. no I don’t really get this if I’m being honest.”
That was the chance you’ve been waiting for
“Uhm, do you want me to teach you? This topics of one of my favorites and I could try teaching you.”
Loverboys eyes would widen at the words you were saying
“Yeah, when are you free?”
“Actually, today would be fine with me.”
Oh my god is this really happening???
Is the Tom Holland asking you to come over??
He looked at you with a waiting look on his face
“Yeah, alright I’ll be the around six if that’s okay with you?”
“Sure, yeah. Uhm I’ll see you later Y/N!”
“See you later Tom.”
As both of your ways separated you from each other, your thoughts didn’t
Both of you would have massive smiles on your faces, hearts still beating fast
A/N:ALSO, WARNING: This is kinda seeming like a Stan x Reader with how much i mention Stan but don’t get it twisted: IT WILL BE A RICHIE X READER! It’s just Stan was so close to winning i wanna still make him a strong, prominent character!
I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Richie x Reader.
Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, and sexual abuse (mild) plus Henry being a dick, so….
You hadn’t realized how late you’d been at quarry, until you stepped back outside. There, standing in the middle of the road stood you, panting and pacing in the stop. The sun was setting and you could feel the cool air breeze in as the warm sun was covered by the dark sky.
Your mind was running wild. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t think coherently. IT had Stan… while you and everyone else had been bonding at the quarry, Stan had been in danger. And it was all because of you. If you hadn’t dragged him back into this mess, if you’d just left him alone… then none of this would’ve happened. You needed to find Richie, needed to tell him what had happened. But no one else, Richie already knew and that was the only reason why you justified going to him.
You wouldn’t risk the lives of your friends by dragging them back into something they thought was done.
You clenched your fists, nodding to yourself. Richie had only left a little bit ago, if you continued down the path you should be able to reach him before he got home. Then, you’d tell him everything and you’d guys would figure out what to do. So, nodding your head you began walking again, not quite running but your feet carried you along the road quickly. It wasn’t until you reached an alleyway, a alleyway you were sure Richie took home and turned a corner, did you feel your body flying downwards.