please keep it in the bedroom

anonymous asked:

I like your prompts/starts!! :) I have a request for an Omega's first heat and they want to be bonded, but Alpha still has a clear head and rejects the Omega.

I’m sorry love, I’ll do like a few starters. This is kinda hard to do without just having them repeating them really. 

  1. - “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.” 
  2. - “No. I don’t want to ruin what we have.” 
  3. - “I don’t want to take advantage of you. Please, understand.” 
  4. - “We can’t do this, this is your heat talking.”
  5. - Omega suddenly goes into heat around a long time, having feelings for their Alpha friend, and tries to mount them. Alpha shoves them off, then proceeds to explain why they can’t bond. 
  6. “I won’t do this to you.” 
  7. - Alpha locks the Omega in their bedroom, whining themselves as they try to keep their instincts at bay. 
  8. - Alpha having to use their Alpha voice in order to subdue the Omega. Alpha having to deal with the skittish and pained Omega as they try to keep themselves from an accidental bond. 
  9. “You aren’t thinking right, don’t do this.” 
  10. - Omega crying and begging the Alpha to bond/love them after the rejection, the Alpha having to be straight faced as they keep their instinct down. 
  11. “W-What? W-Why don’t you want me, Alpha? P-Please…tell me!”
  12. - Alpha nearly going feral as they are trying to talk their Omega out of bonding. 
  13. - Alpha just about to claim the Omega, but then throwing themselves off and rushing away. 
  14. - “God, you smell so god. Please, I need to get away.” 
  15. - Omega crying and shutting down once they are rejected, trying to climb onto the Alpha to get them to mate/bond them.
  16. - “P-Please, I can make y-you feel good. P-Please, Alpha, be mine.” 

So if you can’t tell, these aren’t very good. I have no inspiration for this. Maybe in the future I will do more of these. Send me some of your own staters or prompts for this topic. 


idk if someone’s written on this thing before but im p sure someone has bc GODDAMN WHO WOULDNT

I just?? I love the context of the necktie-pull. I love that it’s because Viktor’s attention was caught by the audience and Yuuri wanted to remind him that “hey, you’re here to watch me, remember?” When he says that the performance has begun (and oh boy, look at those bedroom eyes lmfao), it adds emphasis to the fact that for every performance, ever since the first time he skated for Viktor, Yuuri wants Viktor’s eyes to be on him and only him.

ep 3:

[additional thing: someone made translation notes on this, saying that the actual translation is closer to “Please keep your eyes on me and only me.”]

ep 6: 


I love the consistency of it? I love how it evolved- from a hug to clasped hands + forehead-to-forehead contact, to necktie-pulling….god only knows what we’re getting next. Yuuri went from half-shy, still somewhat embarrassed “Watch me, okay?” to 98% confident & sure “Hey, keep your eyes on me, Viktor.” It’s not just an evolution of their relationship- it’s an evolution of Yuuri himself, as he’s getting more and more comfortable in his skin, enough to be able to tell Viktor that hey, you’re my coach and you’re here for me.

i’m just. so damn proud of my boys. SO DAMN PROUD.

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Remedy (8)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluffy, smutty, a very protective Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

Taglist is fixed! Please message me if you want to be tagged. (not on this post pls, just message; I just can’t keep up otherwise!)

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Remedy (1) Remedy (2) Remedy (3) Remedy (4) Remedy (5) Remedy (6) Remedy (7)

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Journal Entries

(A/N): You guys, my tumblr has been deleting my drafts somehow, so if you’ve sent in a request that I haven’t filled out yet would you please contact me and tell me so I can actually start to write it for you? Thanks! 

Request: omg maybe a Bucky x reader where she keeps a journal and forgets it open on her bed and Bucky sees it while looking for her and she’s written about him and she has feelings for him but doesn’t want to tell him because he needs time to heal but really he feels the same way? thank youuu x

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms

Originally posted by annutystan

    “(Y/N)!” Bucky called into (Y/N)’s bedroom, searching for the Avenger. “(Y/N), we’ve got five minutes, Steve’s waiting on us!” But there was no reply. Bucky pressed his ear to the door, listening intently for any sounds of (Y/N) but alas there was none so where would the harm be in opening up the door and taking a look inside? 

   Bucky bit his lip as the door creaked open softly, cringing at the god awful screeching noise. It took him a few moments of tortuously slow movements but he eventually got (Y/N)’s door open, revealing the rather warm and cozy bedroom. He smiled softly at the feeling of their room, spinning around to take it all in. His eyes landed on a rather tidy bookshelf, filled to the brim with books. With an even wider smile he made his way to the shelf, running his fingers along the spines of the books as he stared at them in amazement. 

   After a few minutes of staring at their wide collection of books he turned to their desk, the small rectangular piece of wood placed neatly in the corner of their room. His fingers grazed over the papers they had on their desk, some of it papers for college, other sheets of music, some unfinished drawings, and what appeared to be a few pieces of writing. But what really got his attention was the small notebook, opened up perfectly to what appeared to be a new page. The date was today’s and Bucky could almost see the ink still glimmering on the page, meaning that (Y/N) had only abandoned their book not too long ago. He knew he shouldn’t look, after all it could be a diary or some personal information or- Without his own consent Bucky reaches towards the notebook, snatching it up as his eyes quickly scanned over the words. 

    Bucky’s mouth ran dry at the words, each one taking him back more and more each time. What his eyes were witnessing was most definitely not what he expected, never in a million years would he have expected this. 

   I think I’m in love with Bucky Barnes

   Bucky would be the first to admit that he was hopelessly in love with (Y/N) and he’d be foolish not to. His only problem was he didn’t know how to convey his more than large crush. He’d been rather emotionless for almost seventy years and now suddenly he was starting to feel again; he now knew what happiness was, Happiness was the look on Steve’s face whenever Bucky would remember something, He knew what pain was, Pain was what he felt whenever he’d wake up from a nightmare, and he sure as hell knew what anger felt like, but never in a million years did he think he’d feel love, especially like this. 

    Bucky sighed as he raked a hand down his face, trying to decide how to go about everything. So (Y/N) liked him back, that was great, that was everything he’d ever wanted, but rather than feeling happy like he’d hoped all he felt was anxious and scared. He should have been happy, he should have been rejoicing over the fact that despite all his flaws (Y/N) still loved him but he didn’t, instead he was worrying over why the hell (Y/N) loved him in the first place, or better yet why they hadn’t told him. 

   “Bucky? I heard you calling me and-” (Y/N)’s voice stops in the doorway as do they, their body frozen on the spot as they look at Bucky. “Oh my god Bucky, you didn’t read it did you?” (Y/N) gulps as Bucky looks down at the entry, running his fingers along the words. 

   “Um…I did?” 

   “Bucky,” (Y/N) sighs, burying their face in their hands. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, Y-You weren’t supposed to read that-” 

   “When were you gonna tell me?” Bucky asks as he slowly looks up from the book, making eye contact with (Y/N). 

   “Well…I wasn’t really planning on it…” Bucky’s lip twitches a bit as he asks another question. 

   “Why not?” 

   “You were still trying to get better for starters, I didn’t want to throw this sudden crush on you when you were still recovering from Hydra,” Bucky nods, slowly starting to understand their reasoning. “And I didn’t know if you could ever like me back…” 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky places the book back down on the desk before striding over to (Y/N), procuring a small smile as he does. “I don’t like you,” (Y/N)’s head darts up at this, staring up at Bucky with brokenhearted puppy eyes. Bucky merely smiles as he cups their cheeks in his hands, stroking over their cheeks tenderly. “I love you, I know it’s probably ridiculous of me to say but I really do and I have for quite some time but you’re right, I was still trying to recover and I didn’t know how to tell you much less describe how much I love you,” (Y/N) smiles up at him softly, their eyes twinkling with some form of adoration for him. 

   “Well, I think you just did,” Bucky smiles as he rests his forehead against (Y/N)’s, their lips almost grazing against each other’s. “Mind saying it again?”

   “I love you,” (Y/N) smiles wider, their breath right against Bucky’s own lips. 


   “(Y/N), I love you more than words can describe,” 

  “I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) whispers. Bucky hums, allowing his hands to slip from their face to their waist, settling on their hips comfortably. 

   “So about that journal entry….do you really think my arm is an aphrodisiac?” 


Advice I wish I got told while my heart was breaking.
1- Stop pretending like you’re happy all over social media just because you think he’s going to see it, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.
2- Please don’t keep letting strange boys into your bedroom, they will not make you forget him, maybe temporarily but when the lights are off and you’re all alone, the ache will be back and it’s only going to come on stronger.
3- Learn to survive alone, you only need your own self stop depending on others to make you happy.
4- Stop checking on his Facebook page, he hasn’t posted anything new.
5- He isn’t going to text you, leave the house without your phone every once and awhile instead of gripping it so hard in your hand waiting desperately with agony for him to miss you.
6- It’s okay to cry. You’re not pathetic for still being stuck on him, it only makes you human.
7- Write, write until your wrist is aching, find peace within the ink and paper share your thoughts freely until your heart is throbbing, write his name over and over, explain how angry you are, burn it, tear it up. You have every right to be mad, as long as you’re not taking it out on yourself.
8- Learn to do you, use this time of freedom to explore yourself, find out who you truly are. Give yourself time to breathe, you owe it to yourself.
9- Wing your eyeliner, wear that dress, look at yourself in the mirror and repeat “I deserve to be loved, I am here and that is enough” over and over, memorise it, yell it, sync it far into your mind, remind yourself there is only one you and there is nobody who can replace that.
10- Smile more, laugh until your lungs hurt, sing so loud your throat starts to dry out, dance in front of the mirror, treat yourself, take chances don’t be embarrassed to be yourself.
11- Break something, scream, your feelings are valid and it’s okay to explode sometimes.
12- Stop looking at photos of her, stop comparing yourself to her and beating yourself up because your beauty is different to hers, stop despising yourself for having shorter hair or a different body shape, it wouldn’t change the reality that he’s with her now, so don’t waste your precious energy wasting away at the thought of him and her.
13- Take your broken pieces and build a fucking castle, don’t let them knock you down, you are stronger than them.
14- Just because he stopped loving you doesn’t mean you have permission to do the same, you are worthy of all the love in the world and you deserve no less, don’t let him leaving determine your worth. You are loved and you deserve to be here, don’t let them convince you of the opposite.
—  B.L letters I never sent
It’s a bet then? Pt.3

Genre: Angst/Romance

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

A/N: Yea boi finally done with this series. It was supposed to be up so long ago r.i.p. I tried making this longer and hopefully you all enjoyed.Thank you to the original requester, i love you. EnJoy! (Y/F/N:‘your full name’)

Warning: mentions of suicide

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Lost at Sea

Somewhere between shots six and seven she tells me singing isn’t her only throat-related talent, and I’m too tipsy to keep the southern accent out of my voice, so I silently smirk back, my arm slipping around her waist. When she finally decides she’s ready to leave, we stumble out and into the street, and she sings us the entire way back to her apartment. She wasn’t lying about the talent, she hits note after note, a siren drawing me in. I let her serenade me, pleased with every single song choice until we finally make it to her doorstep. She starts singing out your song, and in order to keep it together I shut her up the only way I know how. The song careens to a halt as our tongues tangle together. After a few moments she pulls me out of the cold night air and up two full flights of stairs.

We don’t make it to the bedroom before she starts showing off the other talent, and it doesn’t take me long to realize she’s not one for hyperbole. I repay the favor in the kind, until her legs start to quake and the next door neighbor starts pounding on the wall. She collapses in a heap, still half dressed, and falls asleep before I can learn anymore about her. It’s become a recurring pattern, and as I slide the blanket up over her, I slip out of bed and into the shower.

Elbows against the wall, hands clasped together, I let all my weight hang. I watch the water circle the drain at my feet, the steam rising rising up into my half open mouth. Between the warm haze and the heat of the water raining down upon my back, breathing becomes a difficult task, every muscle clenched and tense as if I were ready to attack. It’s all anxiety, I know the shower curtain won’t be opening anytime soon. She’s passed out on familiar sheets, satisfied and slightly less than sober. I find myself scrubbing at my skin, but I can’t get the water hot enough. I claw desperately, trying to wash away the scent of her. It isn’t that the smell is unappealing, just that it’s so different, foreign. I can’t help but think, as the water surrounds me, that I’d prefer to be on the beach somewhere, soaking in saltwater and savoring the summer scent of you.

My eyes shut tight and I can see you surfacing, smiling in the sea, calling to me. There’s no song, no party tricks, no promises. But all the same there’s this unshakable allure that I can’t quite escape. Standing there, my back burning under the heat of the shower, all I can think of is you, and how any true sailor would prefer a mermaid to a siren.

a therapist i saw in high school recommended i keep a “panic attack journal” using this format. it can help you figure out what exactly gives you a panic attack, or even what makes you anxious even if you don’t necessarily experience an attack. it can also help serve as a distraction or as a coping method. this is just a basic format that works for me; please edit this to suit you and your needs. i recommend speaking with your therapist, doctor, or counselor (whomever works with you to help manage your anxiety) before keeping a panic attack journal, to help determine if keeping one would benefit you.

below is the transcription for people who can’t see the image, or can’t read my handwriting.

[image: a photo of handwritten text on wide-ruled white-lined notebook paper. the text reads as follows:

panic attack journal

  • date, time and duration (example: 12 november, 1:45-1:53 PM) (it’s ok to approximate)
  • location (example: my bedroom, grocery store, math class)
  • triggers - things you know set off attack (example: large crowds, thinking about something) and/or things you suspect set off attack (example: homework, an argument you had with someone)
  • thoughts - what you remember thinking before and after the attack (it’s okay to not remember)
  • feelings - what you remember feeling before and after the attack (it’s okay to not remember or not know the words to use)
  • what you did to get through the attack/calm down (example: talked to someone, did breathing exercises)
  • how well what you did worked
  • how you feel now that the attack has subsided (example: tired, relieved, empty, better)
  • anything you did to take care of yourself after (example took a bath, made some tea, talked to someone) ]
Sugar Daddy

Sugar Daddy Jimin

Genre:Smut, Sugar Daddy kink

Member: Jimin x Reader

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Plot: When Jimin doesn't turn up to yet another date, you arent to happy to say the least. So your sugar daddy decides to punish you for being such a brat.

You slammed the large oak door to your shared grand home, your louboutins clicking on the marble floors, echoing through the foyer, your arms weighed down with shopping bags full of designer brands. You were furious despite trying to shake off your anger with some retail therapy. As the door sounded shut, one of the house hold staff came running out to greet you.

“Ah Y/N, do you need help carrying them bags?” He asked.

You loudly sighed.

  “Yes please Bernard, the bedroom will do” trying your best to smile but your anger ate away at the facade.

Bernard came closer to take the bags off you.

“Where is he?” You hissed, no longer able to keep it in, you were going to scream.

“The office” Bernard mumbled while carrying your bags to the master bedroom.

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soul to keep, ch. 1

summary: marinette dupain-cheng is no stranger to unusual situations. a ghost wandering into her bedroom and pulling her into the mystery of who he was and how he died, however, is a touch out of the ordinary for her–and falling in love with him might just take the cake. ghost!adrien au.

genre: romance with equal parts (hopefully) humor and angst

cross-posted: ao3

next: ii | iii

For some time, he waded through thick, oily darkness. It clung to his feet and legs; it streamed into his nose and made breathing nearly impossible. When he attempted to push it apart, like curtains, it seeped through the gaps in his fingers and flooded back in, seemingly faster than before. He felt like he was burning, or drowning, or maybe both. But still, he kept going, because he couldn’t bear to think about what might happen if he stopped and sat down and let the darkness consume him.

When he stumbled through the last of the dark, onto the solid ground of a busy street, he wanted to weep with relief. When the tears didn’t come, he didn’t question it, but continued to move, trying to engage passersby so he could figure out where he was. But after the first dozen people refused to speak to him, or even stop to look at him—even when he stepped right in their paths—he realized he had entered a new kind of hell: these people were ignoring him because they could walk right through him. It was only then that he looked down at his own hands, only to see that there were none. For whatever reason, he was no longer of this Earth.

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chibi-chan-blogs  asked:

*spies an open request bar* hellllooooooo~ so can ask for some tender, classy top? Like just a reader who's glamorous, confident, and sophisticated, and that goes to the bedroom~ Up to you on who, have fun~

Hello there! First off, I can’t begin to express how wonderful your writing is. It’s such a pleasure to read, no matter who or what the subject is about. I look forward to everything you put out! So keep up the amazing work! With my gushing out of the way, could I please request Junkrat, McCree, Hanzo, and Lúcio with a female s/o who enjoys marking up her man, via lipstick and little hickies, and the boys absolutely LOVE it?? Thank you in advance!!


“Do it again.” he demands and tilts his head to give you access to his cheek. The old mark has faded away almost completely and so you cup his jaw and place another kiss on top, leaving a faint mark of lipstick. Jamie immediately runs to check it out and grins at his own reflection in the mirror, giddy with the idea of everyone being able to see that he belongs to you.
“You know.” you say, leaning against the wall. “Most men would be embarrassed to have lipstick marks on their faces.”
He looks at you with wide-eyed wonder and that’s the only reason you brought it up.
“Why?” he asks as if he can’t fathom anyone reacting like that. You shrug, explain it as one of the many cultural differences he’s been faced with since leaving the outback.

Usually he removes the lipstick before going out, takes care not to let international law enforcement in on his love life. It’s costing him, because at his core Jamie is so happy with you he’d much rather shout it to the heavens how much he loves you.

The marks are his way of assuring himself that this is real. And there are other ways of course.

“You’re out of my league.” he whispers when he sits at your feet that evening, rests his head in your lap and traces the subtle pattern of your stockings. You look up from your book, nudge his head a little to make him look up at you.
“You are perfect for me.” you say, gently but firmly, and he smiles happily and nuzzles your hand.

“Your skin is so soft.”

Not like his, he means to say, roughened by a hard life. He never had a manicure in his life, though you think that maybe sometime you should take him, see if he would enjoy having himself taken care of. For now you guide him up to sit in your lap proper and proceed to kiss every rough patch on his skin, from the more visible scars to the tiny pocks and marks he accumulated through the years.

He gets excited quickly, writhes under your touch, bucks up against you in little jackrabbit thrusts until you steady him by placing your hand on his hips and wrapping the other around his cock. His eyes go wide, his mouth open in a little o-shape as if he still can’t combine you with something as dirty as sex.

It takes him time to gather himself before he can reciprocate, careful not to rip your clothes in his excitement and intent on mimicking you as best he can.

It’s slow, languid, both of you mostly dressed and seeking contact more for the intimacy than the sexual gratification.

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Stay, Please

Originally posted by daenana

I am slowly falling for this man<3<3

You panicked when you heard the door unlock and shut. You were in the bedroom, packing the rest of your things when he got home.

Shit. you thought. Yongguk shouldn’t have been home until 10.

“..Y/N?” You heard his slightly cracked voice.

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Officer Jeon... (Jungkook, Smut)

Originally posted by mayfifolle

I’M SORRY FOR THIS BULLSHIT TBH. Cop!Jungkook kinky smut yehaw. @unpretty-writer, @jinhyong wanted to be tagged lol….thirsty af….bye.

Words: 2540

Over your purple lingerie, you pulled on Jungkook’s white button down, making sure to keep it low enough to expose your breasts through the lace and thin material of his shirt. Checking the mirror last minute, you adjusted the stockings hiked up to your thighs, and messed with your hair until you were pleased.

You could hear the front door close from your room, and quickly closed the bedroom door. Jungkook called out for you, completely unsuspecting of the way you were dressed.

“(Y/N)? Are you home?” Jungkook called, and you heard the sound of his heavy boots thumping up the stairs. You went over to the bed, sitting, waiting for him with your legs dangling off the mattress. He opened the door, pausing immediately at the sight of you.

There he was, in his uniform, handcuffs and all. His hair was slightly slicked back, bangs off of his forehead the way that you liked so much. All day you’d imagined what you’d do to Jungkook, what he’d do to you, and now you were here with an aching tightness that sent you rubbing your thighs together.

“Ah, officer Jeon.” You purred, pushing yourself to your feet. His mouth hung open, watching you slowly make your way over to him. “You’re late.”

“I’m here now, though. What’s this?” He chuckled, a deep low rumble that reverberated from his chest. It gave you chills, and you took fistfuls of his perfectly buttoned collar. “You know I love it when you call me officer Jeon.”

“Mm, do you, officer Jeon?” You perked up, continuing in a sultry tone as you ran your hands along his shoulders. “I’ve been waiting for you so long.”

“Oh yeah?” He questioned, quirking a brow. Nodding innocently, you took his hand and brought him over to the bed. Jungkook sat down on the edge of the mattress, and you lodged yourself between his legs. He reached for your ass, squeezing it tightly. “I’m sorry. Will you forgive me, baby?”

“All day, I did bad things while thinking about you…” You continued, a hint of a smile touching your lips. The way Jungkook look up at you with those lust filled eyes was driving you absolutely insane.

“Bad things..?” He trailed off, voice a mere breath as you leaned closer to his ear.

“Mm, officer Jeon…” You whispered. In response, all Jungkook could do was nod. “I touched myself thinking about you all day…”

He sucked in a breath, hands running up your body to pull you closer to him. “How many times did you touch yourself?” He questioned in a quiet voice, deep and lust filled, just as yours sounded.

“I lost count after 3.” You admitted in a small voice, still shamelessly. Pouting, you tore your face away from his to read his expression. A sly grin had grown on his face, and you knew he was very much enjoying this.

He feigned shock, eyebrows raising. “A serial offender? You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

Your chest tightened in excitement. Jungkook was doing exactly as you wanted. Heat was beginning to flood between your legs, and you pulled at his collar again. Your hands ran down his shoulders, to his hand. Gently, you placed your hand on your middle. Jungkook gasped softly at the wetness already there, pulling his fingers in a slow motion toward your clit. You shivered again, placing your lips on his neck.

“A really bad girl. Are you going to punish me, officer Jeon?”


Jungkook’s hand slapped against your ass cheek, before squeezing the tender skin and pulling you tighter against his body.

“Oh, of course I have to punish you. I can’t let a bad girl have me without enforcing some laws, right?” His lips nipped your ear lobe, squeezing so tightly to your ass your back arched The both of you were chest to chest, you leaning over while he sat up.


“That’s officer Jeon, (Y/N). Bad girls don’t get to call me by my first name.” He snapped, pushing you away. Jungkook pointed to the shirt on your body, languidly fingering the material.

“I want this off in the next 5 seconds, or else I’ll have to spank you more. You don’t want that, do you, baby?”

You shook your head firmly, hesitating under his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He taunted in an angry but bored voice. “Hurry up. 5, 4, 3-”

You were fumbling with the buttons as Jungkook called out the numbers. Once he hit 0, he stood up, gripping both of your shoulders.

“Not fast enough, huh? I told you I’ll spank you again.” He tore the shirt down your shoulders, throwing the now ripped material to the other side of the room. Jungkook pushed your back, leaning you over the side of the mattress. His hand rested against your ass, gently caressing it before pulling it away. Slap, slap, twice against you. They were so hard you had to hold onto the sheets to keep from flying forward.

“I-I’m sorry!” You whined when his hand slapped against you a third time. Jungkook calmed his hand, running it up your back as lightly as possible. You shivered under his touch, your behind throbbing painfully.

He ran a finger down your clothed slit, a moan bubbling from your chest. “Aren’t you sorry, baby? That’s what I like to hear.” He helped you stand up, before unbuttoning his pants. He pushed his pants and boxers down his hips farther, revealing his semi hard cock.

“If you’re really sorry, suck me off like you want too.”

Jungkook took a fistful of your hair, forcing you to your knee’s before him. “Y-yes…” You mumbled, running your hands up his legs.

He didn’t lighten his grip on your hair, tipping your head back to look up at him. “Yes what?”

“Yes sir..?”

“Good girl. Now suck.” He ordered, releasing your hair and watching as you gently stroked your hand up his shaft. He growled under his breath, bucking himself closer to your face. “Suck, baby.”

You ran your thumb over his head, the slick feeling of pre-cum rolling down had you opening your mouth for him. Your tongue softly licked over his head, collecting all the pre-cum. Jungkook’s breath came out differently at the first lick, but he leveled his breathing out once more as you took him into your mouth.

Pushing as far as you could take him, you pulled your head back, making sure your tongue was running along his shaft as well. He hissed in delight above you, hips pressing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he amended you in a strained tone as your head bobbed up and down on his length. You continued like this for a long while, even adding your hand to the mix.

While you sucked him off, you stopped a few times to allow your tongue leverage to swipe along his length, over his head, giving you time to taste him how you wanted too. Jungkook was hissing your name, breath coming out in shallow bursts.

His fingers gently ran through your hair, holding your head in place as he pushed his hips forward. Jungkook began to face fuck you, murmuring not to move or he’d punish you again.

Jungkook throbbed inside of your mouth, and you kept as still as possible as he thrust inside of your mouth. You knew he’d soon be finishing inside of your mouth, and you were correct once he pulled out and came on your face. You had drool and cum running down your chin and the taste of him engraved inside of your mouth.

“That’s a good look, my cum all over your face.” He grinned, not allowing you to wipe it away. “I’m not done with you. I want to come inside of you as well.” He muttered haphazardly, helping you off the floor. Your knee’s ached slightly, but you didn’t care when Jungkook directed you toward the bed. He pulled the lacy garment off of your torso, discarding it on the floor near his feet.

Sitting atop the mattress, Jungkook spread your legs apart, reaching around the other half of your body to click something around your wrists.


“I thought I wasn’t a bad girl anymore? Don’t you want me to feel you?”

“Quiet,” he ordered you with a bite to his tone. “Unless you don’t want to feel me at all.”

You clamped your mouth shut, the restraints around your wrists slightly chafing against your skin if you moved even an inch. Jungkook grinned at you, holding up his fingers as he gently trailed them along the skin of your thigh.

“This’ll teach you not to be a bad girl, and to wait for me, right?” He hummed, fingers pressing against the wetness between your thighs. You nodded, breath hitching as Jungkook moved your ruined panties aside and pressed a finger against your entrance.

“And this will teach you that I’m in charge here, and you’re not, right?” He pushed his finger in a tad deeper, dipping into you before pulling out. You strained your hips forward to press into, but Jungkook didn’t let you.

“I want an answer while I’m being nice, (Y/N).”

“Yes!” You cried out, leaning your head into his shoulder. He sighed softly, tugging on your panties to get them off.

“You’ll be a good girl and let me fuck you until you’re screaming?”

“Jungkook plea-”

“Officer Jeon! I’m tired of telling you to call me that.” He snapped, tipping your chin to get enough skin exposure to sink his teeth into. Jungkook held your arm to keep you planted before him, using his free hand to slide two fingers inside of you, and soon a third. He easily slid them in and out, teeth and lips leaving bruises all along your body.

Your body quivered under him, breath quickly leaving your lungs as he pressed his fingers deeper and harder, curling and uncurling inside of you. The noises you made were loud, breathless and purely blissful to Jungkook. He loved the way you moaned his name weakly, and bit your lip to concentrate on the feeling of only him inside of you. When your face twisted in pleasure, Jungkook felt his chest bubble in pride and only wanted you to call out for him.

“Are you going to cum soon?” He asked, voice just as breathless as yours. You nodded against his shoulder, moving your hips with his fingers inside of you.

And then he pulled them out. Jungkook pressed a hand to his cock, pumping it a few times to ready himself. He leaned across the bed, reaching into the bedside dresser and freeing a condom. You watched Jungkook tear it open and easily roll it on, continuing to pump himself.

“Please un-cuff me.” You whimpered breathlessly, feeling Jungkook place himself at your entrance. “Jungkook, please, I want to feel you as well.”

“Baby,” Jungkook cooed gently, running a hand along your cheek. You expected him to feel guilt for having you cuffed so long, but a smile grew on his face, and he wrapped a hand around your throat. “How many times have I told you that it’s officer-fucking-Jeon?”

“Please-” you gasped at the tight grip Jungkook was suddenly using on your throat. He let you go to use just as tight of a grip on your hips, pulling your still tender ass farther off the bed. Your legs wrapped around his thighs, holding him. “Please, please! I’ll be a good girl! I told you I’ll be a good girl!”

Jungkook brushed his tip against your whole slit, making you whine harder and beg. He sighed, finally reaching around your body to unlock and take them off. “Fine…only because you look so pretty begging for me.”

When the cuffs were off, you ran your hands through his hair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Jungkook wasted no time in holding your hips again, pushing past your slit and inside of you.

“Mm, fuck.” He groaned, rocking his hips out and pushing in deeper each time he did it. You pressed your lips to his cheekbone, all the way to his lips. Jungkook immediately had his tongue riding into your mouth, placidly kissing you before pulling his cock out and ramming back inside. You stopped kissing him, mouth agape as no sound escaped. He hissed under his breath, jerking your legs up farther onto his torso.

“O-officer J-” You whined, unable to finish your sentence as he continued to rock in and out with such swift, smooth strokes. Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours as his chest heaved with each inhale and exhale, completely drinking you up as you swallowed him in such an easy way. You were captivated by the way Jungkook watched you, in an awed way, but with a look you’d never seen him give. Passion? You couldn’t tell. You were enjoying the way he felt too much.

Tipping your head back, you let out a low moan, ripping open the button down Jungkook wore. He pulled his arms away so you could get him out of it. You were thankful Jungkook always took off his protective gear worn underneath while at work, or else you’d both have a little trouble.

He picked up your thighs, pulling out of you fully to push you back onto the bed. Jungkook was kicking his shoes off and yanking down the rest of his clothes as he crawled over top of you.

“On your knee’s.” He instructed quickly, no hint of demanding demeanor anymore, because he was just as desperate to feel you as you were for him. You got onto all 4′s, steadying your body as Jungkook took hold of your hips.

Without hesitation he slammed back into you as deeply as he could, pulling you into his lap. One of Jungkook’s hands held your breast, the other firmly pressing against your clit and rubbing it in harsh circles. You cursed loudly, tipping your head back onto Jungkook’s shoulder. He was nipping, sucking, kissing your neck as much as he could while you circled your hips around his length. The both of you were groaning, muttering each other’s names under your breath as your core tightened under all the pleasure.

You were first to finish, coming on Jungkook as he worked himself out. He tweaked your nipples, pressing into you harder than before. You whined for him, over stimulation making your knee’s shake.

“J-just…” Jungkook panted under you, hot breath hitting your vibrantly colored shoulder. “I’m almost done…So close-”

And he was close, Jungkook came in two more strokes, tipping his head back toward the ceiling and groaning as he did. He let go of you, allowing you to get off of his lap before laying down next to you to catch his breath.

“You know…” You breathed, exhaling long and hard as you watched Jungkook sit up to go toward the bathroom. He paused, looking at you with a small smile on his lips.

“You ripped your good white shirt.”

“What?” He looked toward the door, where it was, and then back at you. A pout was suddenly capturing his lips and his brows raised. “I liked that shirt.”

Jimin’s Kinks


  • If you thought I wouldn’t put collars on this list you would be wrong.
  • Pet play.
  • He can act really cutesy sometimes. 
  • Very submissive.
  • He want’s a girl to dominate him more than vice versa.
  • He would love to try bondage with you.
  • Even let you do it to him.
  • Although, he tries to be confident when it comes to the bedroom he really isn’t.
  • More often he isn’t the one to engage in new things.
  • Often timid.
  • He always tries his best to please you.
  • Taking into account the things you seem to like with out you having to tell him.
  • If you ask him to try something out he will at least attempt it.
  • Although, you have to keep him to his word.
  • He finds it hard to stop until he knows you are satisfied.
  • Never wants to leave you wanting more.
  • Unless he is trying to tease you of course.
  • You feel comfortable expressing things you want to try.
  • He always listens and is relatively open to them.
Straight to Us || Maynards (pt 2)

Request: Can you do a part two of Straight to Us please? Thanks!!

(part 1)


You spent most of your days and nights with Jack and Conor. You told your parents that you were pregnant and they were supportive, but you preferred the company of your brothers and their friends over that of your worrying parents. The boys were all good at keeping you occupied and so you weren’t constantly dwelling on your situation.

One morning, you woke up with the sun shining through the blinds of the guest bedroom you stayed in. You sat up and stretched, rubbing your eyes and checking the clock for the time. It was nearing 12:00, so you knew it was time to get out of bed. When you got up, your heard your brothers and Josh talking in the other room. “She’s going to be furious,” Josh said. “I can’t believe I went along with you guys.”

“I couldn’t let it go,” Jack grumbled. “She doesn’t have to know we did it.”

“Yeah, cuz the black eye isn’t going to give it away,” Conor said.

You walked into the room to see Jack with an ice pack to his eye and Conor with a washcloth to his lip. Josh was rinsing his hand under the kitchen faucet. “What have you done?” you asked angrily, putting your hands on your hips.

“Nothing,” Jack said. “Just got in a bit of a tussle.”

“What, with each other?” you said back sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Conor said. “Josh won out. Only got some bloody knuckles from punching Jack in the face.”

“Oh shove off,” you said. “You went to (B/N), didn’t you? I told you not to go there!”

“It’s been two months since you told him and he still hasn’t done anything except tell you to fuck off!” Jack said angrily. “We went there to convince him to pay child support or something. It, well, it didn’t go too well.”

“How did (B/N) manage to win a three on one fight?” you said.

“Well, he didn’t really win,” Conor said, running his fingers through his hair. “If you think we look bad, you really should see him.”

“Yeah, not sure he’ll be knocking anybody else up any time soon,” Josh almost laughed. He took his hand out from under the sink and dabbed it dry with a towel, wincing as the fabric touched his injured skin.

“You guys shouldn’t have done that,” you said, walking over to them to see the damage that was done. The skin around Jack’s eye was already beginning to bruise, Conor’s lip was cut and starting to swell, and Josh’s knuckles were red. “Are you okay?” you said quietly.

“We’ll be alright,” Conor said. “Sorry if we overstepped, but we just couldn’t let him get away completely unscathed.”

“You guys took protective older brothers to a whole new level,” you almost laughed. “And you dragged Josh into it!”

“Hey, we didn’t drag him,” Jack said defensively. “He offered to come.” You looked at Josh who shrugged.

“You’re practically my little sister too,” he said. “Pisses me off to see you hurting.”

You pulled Josh into a hug quickly, then opened your arms up for the others. “Thank you guys,” you said. “I love you.”

You all went to sit on the couch and spend a lazy day in. A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a text. You picked it up, your heart racing when you saw it was (B/N)’s name who flashed across the screen. Jack was sitting closest to you so he immediately saw his name on your phone and the worry in your eyes. “I swear,” Jack said, “if he says anything wrong.”

You picked up the phone and swiped to unlock it and read the text. Suddenly, you started laughing, throwing the boys off. “What did he say?” Josh said. You showed Jack the text who laughed as well and read it off to the others.

How do I pay child support?

A Yuri on Ice imagine this!

Imagine Victor is coaching Yuri and Yuri realizes he left something at home. Victor, wanting Yuri to keep practicing, tells him that he will go get it. Victor goes back and go in Yuri’s room. While he is searching he stumbles upon the box Yuri hid all of his Victor posters in. Yuri notices Victor has been gone for awhile and heads back to look for him. He opens his bedroom door to see Victor sitting on the floor with the posters all around him crying happy tears. And of course, Yuri turns bright red and freaks out. Victor just smiles up at him and laughs softly as he realizes that Yuri has looked up to and loved him for much longer than he thought.