pour me a shot

Songs that never fail to make white people beyond turnt
  •  Don’t Stop Believing 
  • Bohemian Rhapsody 
  • Living On A Prayer 
  • Come On Eileen 
  • Sweet Caroline 
  • Shot Through the Heart 
  • Pour Some Sugar on Me 
  • Sweet Home Alabama 
  • Under Pressure 
  • Shook Me All Night Long 
  • Ice Ice Baby 
  • Cotton Eyed Joe
  • 500 Miles
  • Wonderwall 
  • Buddy Holly 
  • A Thousand Miles 
  • Teenage Dirtbag 
  • Red Solo Cup 
  • Mr Brightside 
  • Never Gonna Give You Up 
  • Eye of the Tiger 
  • Chicken Fried 
  • American Pie 
  • I Love Rock and Roll 
  • Dancing Queen 
  • Don’t You Want Me
  • We Will Rock You 
  • The Time Warp 
  • Hey Jude 
  • Piano Man
  • This Is How We Do It
  • Drops of Jupiter 
  • Hey Soul Sister
  • In The End 
  • All The Small Things 
  • Stacy’s Mom 
  • Kryptonite 
  • All Star 
  • You Found Me
  • Bad Day 
  • Bring Me To Life 
  • Dance, Dance
  • Sugar We’re Going Down 
  • I Write Sins Not Tragedies 
  • All The Small Things 
  • Ocean Avenue 
  • Dirty Little Secret 
  • Margaritaville 
  • Sk8er Boi
  • Brown Eyed Girl 
  • Life Is A Highway 
  • Some Nights 
  • Little Lion Man 
  • Breakeven
  • Hey There Delilah 
  • Viva La Vida
  • Use Somebody 
  • Carry On My Wayward Son 
  • Take On Me
  • 1985 
  • Iris 
  • I’m Awesome 
  • Seven Nation Army 
  • September 
  • Since U Been Gone
  • Skinny Love 
  • Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)
  • Bye Bye Bye 
  • Say It Ain’t So 
  • Somewhere Only We Know 
  • I’m Yours 
  • Last Resort 
  • My Girl 
  • Tiny Dancer 
  • Roxanne
  • Shout 
  • I’m a Believer 
  • Soul Man
  • Feel Good Inc 
  • Check Yes Juliet
  • Walking On Sunshine 
  • MMM Bop
  • Pumped up Kicks 
  • Hooked On A Feeling 
  • It’s A Beautiful Day
  • Summer Girls 
  • Before He Cheats 
  • Happy Together
  • You Make My Dreams Come True
  • Build Me Up Buttercup
  • Escape (The Pina Colada Song)
  • DONTTRUSTME
  • Shake It (Metro Station)
  • Juke Box Hero
  • Girls Just Want To Have Fun
IT’S GETTING KINDA HOT IN HERE

*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”

Three’s a Crowd (Part 15)

Originally posted by beuits

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15.

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This Isn’t You

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Request:  Can you write about Shawn getting angry/ upset in public (a party or something) bc of someone said something rude to his gf?? And she tries to make him leave but ends up in a fight with the other person???

Word Count: 2,354

This Isn’t You

“You want another beer?” Brian asked me, well, yelled at me. The music was very loud and people were laughing and talking vociferously.

“Yeah, sure” I smiled. I turned around and patted Shawn on the shoulder. He looked at me.

“What about you?” I asked him. 

“What?” he mumbled back.

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IT’S GETTING KINDA HOT IN HERE

*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed the your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”

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amazing how “Without a word, I’ve stayed by your side” <3 #happytaeyongday

Stay Professional!

WorkAU!

You managed to get your first job at a prestigious and famous marketing firm. Nothing was going to stop you from working there. A few distractions may be problematic but.. there was a man that stood out unconventionally well. Despite being the CEO’s only son, his face alone is enough to win over the nation’s heart 10x over. An interesting romance that’s sure to get you screaming.

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’ve been MIA but I’m back with something for you :)

“Yes Ma’am I understand.” You lowered your head politely and stuck on a smile that tortured your face muscles. You were lucky enough to land a job straight out of university and you knew it was going to be tough but.. the extent as to which you were being used and bullied by higher ups was unbearable.

“If you understand then don’t make this mistake again! You ruined my morning.” The head of department of advertising scolded you over a small mistake of pouring too little milk into her coffee.

After she left, you lifted your head up and rolled your eyes at the amount of bullshit you dealt with on a daily basis. It was kind of getting tiring.

“Should you really be pulling that face right now?” An unfamiliar and cool-toned whisper sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir! My mistake, my apologies.” You immediately brought the radiant smile back to your face, not knowing who it was but it didn’t matter because everyone here was basically of much higher power than yourself. You had to show respect even if it killed your hidden inflated ego.

You heard the heavy clacks of his Armani shoes as his strides led him closer to you. He carefully examined your petite frame in comparison to his tall, dark and handsome nature.

“Are you new here?” His low tone sounded velvety and smooth as dark chocolate. It felt like eerie music to your ears.

“Yes sir.. It’s only been a few months since my arrival.” You bowed your head to this unknown yet alluring man. His presence was overwhelming and the entire office was silent- all eyes and ears on the two of you.

“Enjoy your stay, Y/N-sshi.” His husky voice trailed off behind him before he disappeared into the elevator with another unfamiliar man behind him.

How’d he know my name..?

You face-palmed after noticing the shiny golden name tag attached to your crisp white blouse.


“You should really stop drinking.” Your friend tightly gripped onto the soju bottle in which you refused to let go of.

“Let me relieve my stress! Work has been so much hell for me.” You managed to pour yourself another shot glass that was quickly downed, the stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes.

“…Don’t you have work again tomorrow? You’re going to get such a terrible hangover Y/N.. You should probably stop.” She quickly picked up the soju bottle that was almost empty and chucked it into the bin.

“I don’t care.. I don’t even want to work there anymore.” You managed to growl out, the alcohol taking it’s toll on your body.

“Hey! You should feel so privileged that you get to work in such a fine company. Look at me! I’m still working 3 different part time jobs because I can’t find a job. Do you want to be like me?” Your friend lectured you, peeling you off the desk and chair to take you home.

“Oh wait..” You slurred out, vision blurry and body-coordination out of reach.

“I think I left my house-keys in the office. I might need to go get them..” It was hard to articulate let alone walk straight.

“My god Y/N. Please get your life together.” Your friend buckled you up in her car and drove you to your work place that was still surprisingly operating.

“Tell me where your office is. I’ll go find it.” You just giggled to yourself, completely unaware of your actions. “It’s okay.. I’ll go get it myself. They’ll think you’re a bad bad intruder.” You slurred your words and sounded like a 4 year old. You shot her winks in her direction.

She just laughed and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I got this! I work here!” You giggled, completely out of your mind.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to the elevator. You pressed on the button and tried your hardest to not collapse from the alcohol intake. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t hold your body still. You steadied yourself by resting your head on your palm and walked into the elevator as soon as it ‘dinged’ with no further precaution.

That was when you smashed into an unknown figure once again, despite your pride in keeping yourself steady for some time, the balance was taken right out of your body and you landed- bottom first on the shiny tiled floor. You were ticked. You had no control over your mouth and lord knows what kind of mess you were about to get yourself into.

You groaned in pain and massaged your scalp, hoping the loud thumping in your head would somehow disappear.

His eyes lowered down onto the ground to find you mumbling curses. He was surprised at what you were doing at the office so late at night. But being the gentleman he was, he gently reached out his hand to pull you up with ease.

His skin was surprisingly cold and you were picked up with such little effort, it felt refreshing to feel something so cool as your body felt like it was boiling. You started unbuttoning your white blouse and unzipped the bottom of your pencil skirt from your knee up to your lower thigh and continued to casually strip in-front of the unknown man.

His cold fingers put your actions to a complete halt followed by his cold tone that sounded familiar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow, a somewhat surprised and confused expression spread upon his flawless face.

“Let go. It’s hot.” You mumbled, weakly pushing away his cool hand and continued to take off your shirt, struggling to do so, you wobbled back and forth before almost falling again- he had caught you by the waist and looked down to see you: flustered and abnormally drunk.  

“Ugh.. don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.” You weakly pushed him away again, this time a little more audible than before. He was surprised at the way you were treating him.

“Suit yourself.” He let go of his gentle grip on your waist and continued to watch you struggle to walk and read the buttons on the elevator.

“What are you doing here so late.” His question sounded more like a demand as his curiosity was slowly starting to eat up his mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You missed the buttons and started to get irritated at your lack of body coordination.

A cold smirk spread upon his face and he chuckled at you.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think you’re some kind of powerful being? Are you another one of those annoying bosses that won’t stop yelling at me for making their coffee wrong. God people here are so…”

He stopped chuckling and raised a single eyebrow. He calmly slid his hand into his pocket and continued to scan you from head to toe.

“Inconsiderate.”

He examined your messed up bun that consisted of hairs sticking out and bobby pins falling out. He looked at your peachy red face and smelt the very noticeable stench of alcohol that leaked from your body. He noticed the beads of sweat that formed around your forehead and the heat of your breath that also smelt of alcohol. You were a mess.

“Y/N return home. I may not know of your intentions here but you’re not in any condition to do whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Blah blah blah. Stop nagging with you?” You retorted like a 4 year old, closing the gap between his face and yours. You were just a few millimetres from his face and he could feel your warm breath on his cold lips. It sent shivers down his spine and he was caught off-guard for the first time in years. He noticed your collarbone clearly visible and cleavage from your unbuttoned blouse but refused to look at it despite his obvious chances.

“Would you like me to call a driver?” He offered, somehow sounding half-assed so you took it as an insult. What really were his intentions?

“Listen here you.” You poked his toned chest and spoke with a slurred and drunken accent.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m just trying to get back home and go to sleep so I can come back to this hell tomorrow morning and cry over how dumb this shitty company is.”

Once again, he was hit with things he thought he would never hear coming from a very new employee. Amused, he chuckled once again unable to hide his interest in her.

“Would you stop laughing? What do I need to do to stop you?” You smiled weakly at him, completely drunken with stress and alcohol, you had no control over what was about to happen.

You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him softly, the taste of alcohol spread to him as your tongue intertwined his and turned into something a little more passionate. He didn’t stop you so you assumed this meant a green light to continue. His lips tasted kind of addictive and cooling. You ran your hand up his smooth cheeks, through his perfectly combed hair and ruffled it before fiddling with his thin black tie and blacking out completely.

What in the fucking world just happened?

Part 2 

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: The Bachelor Party

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
Summary:
It was just a regular bachelor party that you had to work that night, but what you weren’t expecting were two eligible bachelors that caught your interest…
Word Count: 4,515
Warning: No smut, just ya know… Dirty dancing, lap dances, and Negan’s vulgarity as usual… Seriously tho, the dancing is very very dirty. 
Author’s Note: So, I’m not sure if I want to do a two-parter for this story, but for now, let’s settle on this story being a one-shot. I currently have taken a liking to Steven Ogg and literally freaked out when he and JDM were on the same panel at WSC London (wish Austin Amelio wasn’t sitting between them, but beggars can’t be choosers right?) lmao, anyway, I need more of these two bc my god I’ve got a thing for them both and I’m still waiting for them to be standing next to each other in one goddamn frame pls 

(GIF Source: @mypapawinchester​)

Songs: Pony by Ginuwine || Grind On Me by Pretty Ricky

“Take a seat, take a seat, take a motherfucking seat, Jason!” Negan grinned, taking the groom-to-be by the shoulders and pushing him into a chair in the middle of the room.

Jason’s wedding wasn’t until this weekend, but the group of men decided to take his bachelor party to Las Vegas. They didn’t want to risk bumping into his fiancée at any of the bars, though, that was highly unlikely.

“I said no strippers, guys!” Jason exclaimed, fidgeting in his seat. “Anne’s going to be angry! I told her no strippers! Just gambling and drinks out with my guys…”

“Calm down, Jase. Seriously. Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Besides, you’re telling me that her bunch of girlfriends didn’t bring her her own stripper? Come on. It wouldn’t be a bachelor or bachelorette party without a stripper,” Simon interrupted, walking behind Jason and gently squeezing his shoulders to calm him down.

“There are five of us altogether and only you and Negan are the ones that are single,” Jason added.

“And what’s your fucking point, Jason?” Negan smirked, sipping on his glass of scotch as he leaned against the bar in their hotel suite.

“All I’m saying is that you two can’t talk about feeling guilty because this woman can dance all up on you and you won’t have to worry about a fiancée or wife getting angry with you,” Jason replied, motioning to the other men that were his groomsmen.

“Lighten up. It’s not like you’re going to fuck her. Right, Jase?” Negan teased, chuckling quietly as the man sitting in the chair grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa to throw towards Negan’s head.

“Fuck you, Negan.”

“Seriously, Jason. She’ll be here for two hours tops. That’s it. She’ll give you one dance and that’ll be it,” Negan sighed, trying to reason with the other man. “This is your last chance to do this. Just fucking live a little.”

“Pour me a shot of Patron,” he demanded.

Negan smirked, “That’s more like it!”

The men clinked their shot glasses together before downing the shot simultaneously. Suddenly, they were all broken out of their reverie when they heard a knock at the door.

“She’s here,” Negan winked.

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Thank you to @michonnesbooty for being such a patient and wonderful beta! 

Thank you for all the kind words you’ve all shared with me everyone. I truly, truly appreciate it!

I hope y’all enjoy it!!!

#20. Criminal Prompts

1. “I purposely bumped into you to pick your pocket and steal your phone and wallet. But when I got far enough away from you to see my score, my own wallet and phone were missing. So, like, come back because we’re totally meant to be!”

2. “I was left to lock up at work when someone in a mask walked in waving a gun around, demanding the money in the register andddd– ‘Person A, is that you?!’”

3. “I witnessed you and you’re partner commit a crime and now they’re making you hold me hostage. You seem to want to protect me from them, is there any chance you can get me out of here???”

4. “You came out of nowhere and saved me from being mugged and we eventually start dating. Recently, I saw you out and about, but before I could call your name, I watched you happily meet up with the person who tried to mug me. What the hell is going on?”

5. “We were both hired to carry out a hit on the person that lives in this house and I’ve never not completed a job. Either you let me do this, or I take you out, too. And that’d be a shame because, fuck, you’re cute and your methods are pretty impressive…”

6. “We’re both thieves/murderers that the government are trying their hardest to identify. They haven’t connected us to each other yet; no one knows that we’re married and pass our time by planning what crime the other commits.”

7. “We met in prison/ a holding cell/ the back of a cop car and fell in love/ bonded.” Bonus: “Now we’re planning our escapes.”

8. “I’m a guard/cop and was tasked with keeping an eye on you until you’re processed, but you’re really hot and won’t stop flirting with me. I’m thinking about losing my job for you!?!?”

9. “You are undercover and had been assigned to eventually bring me in. Now that you’ve grown to know me, you aren’t sure they’ve got the right person. But you have a job to do so, what’s it gonna be? Do you trust me or them?”

10. “You’ve struggled you’re whole life and have never experienced luxury. I might be a criminal, but I seriously love you and I only want to give you the best. Nowadays, I do this for you.”

11. “I’m a bad person, but I am willing to change/ give up my lifestyle for you.”

12. “I will never change so you’re either with me or you’re against me.”

13. “We’ve been best friends literally since forever so it’s not much of a surprise that we both turned out so evil. Join me.”

14. “The cops are literally hunting us and it’d be best to split up, but I can’t leave you, not now. We’re going to have to have a stand off and shoot our way out of this. ’'Til death do us part, Baby.’ ”

15. “You woke up to me sneaking in the house covered in blood and with bags of money/jewelry in hand. But instead of freaking out, you’re telling me to undress so you can wash the blood out my clothes?! Remind me of your past again…”

17. “I’m a fighter, we both know this. And you never ask questions when I drop by after a bad fight. You just pour me a shot and get your first aid kit. God, I love you.”

18. “You hacked me and learned everything about me with the intent of stealing my identity, but now you feel bad because I literally have nothing.”

19. “We sort of have a kink for making love on a bed of stolen cash. I’m in the mood so what’s our next big score?”

20. “So look, I know you’re this infamous assassin/mafia boss/ thief and all, but I’m pregnant…. It’s time to retire, hon.”

Aftermath

A/N: This is a fic for Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog and for Suzanne’s 100 Followers Writing Challenge @sea040561​ . The prompts are bolded in the fic (first Mimi’s, then Suzanne’s), but detailed in the second A/N after the fic, because I don’t want to give out spoilers at this point. :-) Thanks guys for letting me participate and congrats on your milestones! Hope you like it — My thanks goes also to @boxywrites for beta’ing! Your input was a great help!

Pairing/characters: Dean x reader, Sam

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst (sorry Mimi, please forgive me - it’s just to set the scene!), mentions of a minor character death, fluff (yes, it’s there Mimi), and plenty of silliness with hopefully some laughs.

Word count: 1673


Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Dean walked straight to the bunker’s library - and straight to the whiskey. You exchanged a worried glance with Sam. He had noticed it too; how quiet his brother had been the whole way home, how his rare smiles didn’t reach his eyes. You both knew the signs. Dean thought it was his fault the hunt hadn’t gone as planned. The djinn was dead, yes, but so was its latest victim; the teenage boy who had gone missing six days ago hadn’t been dead for more than a few hours when you got there. It hit you all hard - you just couldn’t save everyone no matter how hard you tried - but Dean blamed himself. And if you didn’t break him out of his head, he would only drink himself to oblivion and feel even worse tomorrow.

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anonymous asked:

You are one of my favorite Bellarke writers! Was hoping you can do a prompt about Bellarke trying to drink each other under the table. Or maybe something to do with Drunk! Bellarke

Drunk bellarke, coming right up.

Clarke readjusted her grip on the whiskey bottle and waited.  Bellamy opened his door and immediately his face went from confused to annoyed.  “What are you doing here?”

Clarke pushed his door open and shouldered her way in.  “We’re fixing this,” she announced.

“Fixing what?  And I don’t remember inviting you in, princess,” he said, but he shut the door behind her anyway.  Clarke thumped the bottle down on his table and started opening cabinets until she found shot glasses.

“You and me.  Octavia said she’s going to kill me if we don’t start getting along, so whatever our shit is with each other, we’re going to deal with it.”  She inspected the shot glasses to make sure they were clean— they were, and Bellamy sent a dark look her way for doubting him— and nodded at his table.  “Well?  Sit,” she said, and Bellamy kicked out a chair and flopped into it with ill-humor.

“You know this is my house, right?” he said as she poured each of them a shot.  Clarke ignored him and threw hers back.  “So what are we doing?” he asked, resigned.  “Or are we just going to drink until we don’t hate each other?”

“That’s roughly the plan, yeah,” she said, her eyes watering a little.  She poured herself another shot and waited for Bellamy to take his before topping him off.  “First of all, I don’t hate you.”  Bellamy snorted and she tamped down her irritation.  “I don’t,” she insisted.  “I find you aggravating.  There’s a difference.”

Bellamy cut her a look over the top of his shot glass and sighed.  “I don’t hate you either,” he gritted out.  “Do I have to do this straight?  Can we have chasers?”

“I didn’t bring any, what do you have?”

“Nothing that will work with whiskey.  You seriously didn’t bring a chaser?”

“I didn’t think you’d need one.”

Bellamy closed his eyes in frustration and sighed again.  “Okay, so we don’t hate each other.  We’ve established that.  Now what?”

Clarke shrugged.  “Tell me something about yourself.”  They had to have common ground somewhere, she figured.  She had just never bothered to try and find it, but Octavia and Raven had told her on no uncertain terms that she and Bellamy had to stop bickering or there would be hell to pay.  Booze was the easiest way to bond with someone, so here she was.

It was a plan, at least.  Not a good one, but a plan.

Bellamy, however, was doing his best to sink her plan before it got off the ground. “Tell you what?  You know me.”  He took his second shot and she poured him another one.

She swallowed a groan of annoyance.  “I don’t know, something.  Something that will make me like you.”  This shot of whiskey went down easier, but it still burned in her chest.

“I thought you already said you did.”

“No, I said I didn’t hate you.  Again, there’s a difference,” she retorted, but found a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips.  She fought it, but it seemed to her like his eyes were dancing with amusement.

“Okay…I went to senior prom with pink nail polish on because Octavia wanted to help me get ready and I wouldn’t let her put my hair in braids.  Your turn.  Tell me something that will make me like you.”

Clarke couldn’t fight her smile much longer.  “I got suspended my freshman year of high school for calling a teacher a bigot.”

“You got suspended for that?”

“It was supposed to just be detention, but I organized a protest instead of going.  I doubled down so they did too.”

His smile flashed, and she noticed— not for the first time— how handsome he was.

**

Two hours later, they were officially friends but Bellamy’s floors had started to roll up and down like waves.  Clark stumbled out of his bathroom and tripped halfway down the hall, knocking her shoulder against the wall before tumbling to the ground.

“Shit, are you okay?” he yelled and came careening around the corner only to trip on the rug himself.  He landed next to her on his stomach and she burst into giggles.  He started laughing too and slowly they pushed themselves back into a seated position, Clarke propped against one wall and Bellamy against the opposite one.

“I should go home,” she hiccup-laughed.  “I’m drunk.”

Bellamy’s eyebrows shot up in mock-surprise.  “You’re drunk?  Since when?”

“I’ll call an uber, where’s my phone?” she said, but made no move to stand up.  It was nice to sit like this where she had an unobstructed view of him.

“You shouldn’t call uber, that’s dangerous,” Bellamy stumbled over dangerous, his dark eyes glassy and unfocused.  Just yesterday she probably would have been annoyed with the way he said that; declarative, like she couldn’t take care of herself.  But now she heard the concern that lurked just under the surface.

She waved her hand at him.  “It’s fine.  Murphy works for uber.”

“Exactly.  Murphy works for Uber.  Come on, you can stay here.”  Bellamy stood up and offered her a hand.

“Do I get to sleep in your bed?” she asked, and something deep inside of her stirred a little.

“Not a chance.  I’ve got a couch though,” he said, and she took his hand to let him pull her up.  He pulled a little too hard and she ended up bumping into him.  His chest felt broad and strong, warm under her hands.  Bellamy threw an arm over her shoulders.  “Come on, the couch is this way,” he said, and she leaned into his chest as they walked.  Sober, she might have called it a nuzzle.  Drunk, it was just…something that happened.

Bellamy pressed his cheek against the top of her head and squeezed her shoulder, and Clarke wondered if she’d managed to fix them just a little too well.

I Like The Bartender - Yixing Smut

Word Count: 3,134
Contents: Smut
Characters: Reader x Zhang Yixing
Soundtrack: Moon U - GOT7

Originally posted by royalyeol

“‘Ey! Sweetheart! Come over here and pour me a drink babe!”

I closed my eyes to resist the urge to roll them. I took a deep breath before spinning on my heels and slapping a cheesy grin on my lips. I reminded myself that I had chosen a bartending gig for nights like this.

We were swamped. I had restocked my bar twice already, and I was dangerously close to loading everything up a third time. I had already sent my barback to the stock refrigerator to get me a few more cases and a keg of beer.

However, as slammed and irritated as I was, my tip jar was also on the verge of overflowing. I glanced at it to remind myself why I stuck with bartending.

“What can I getcha sir?” I rested my elbows on the bar. I made sure to press my arms against my chest so that my cleavage popped out of my low cut top a tiny bit. My red lace bra was peeking out as well. There was a reason my bar was always busy, and I felt no remorse behind my decision to flirt my way to my rent payment.

The man made no attempt to pretend like he was not staring straight at my chest.

“Well, a double whisky and coke and a night with you should suffice.” His friends roared as though he had just spoken the most incredible pick up line that they had ever heard. One pat him on the back and shouted, “smooth, Kris.”

There was no denying that he was handsome. His bottle-blonde hair was turned up into a perfect quiff. His deep eyes and smile screamed, “fuckboy.” If it had been my night off and I was not exceptionally annoyed with how he had just addressed me, I might have given him my number.

Alas, the circumstances were different.

“So a double whisky coke. That’ll be six bucks,” I said as I made the drink. I stuck a napkin on the bar and placed his drink on it.

“Do you have a tab or cash,” I asked, but he seemed to have other plans.

“How about, instead of six dollars, I give you my phone number and we call it even?” He teased the straw of his drink along his lips and winked at me.

I reached over and took the glass from his hand, leaving him with only the straw between his teeth and the surprised look on his face.

“It’s three dollar wells tonight. I poured you two shots in this glass. You owe me six and to quit harassing the staff and threatening to not pay for your drink, or I’ll have my buddy over there show you where people who don’t pay for drinks hang out. Here’s a hint. It’s outside with no re-entry.”

I nodded my head to the bouncer who was watching from the corner of the bar. He knew that I was capable of handling my own, but it was always nice to have him for a visual threat.

The guy named Kris rolled his eyes and threw a five and a one on the bar. I handed him his drink back and thanked him, my sweet demeanor back. He rolled his eyes and turned away, his group of friends in tow.

I shook my head and tossed the cash in my register.

When I turned back to the bar, I was surprised to see one of the guys had hung back.

“Sorry,” I apologized, “I thought y'all had left!”

He had a softer look about him. He had black hair that was shaved on the sides and pushed back. His eyes were kind and his smile formed adorable dimples in his cheeks.

“I wanted to say sorry for my friends back there. They tend to think they’re a lot cooler than they are when they drink,” he slid a few ones in the tip jar, “for having to put up with him.”

“Thank you! You really don’t have to do that-” but he raised a hand to cut me short.

“Let me,” he insisted.

“Okay. Fine. But only if you let me do this…” I reached down and poured another whisky coke, “this one is on the house. Thanks for being sweet.”

He smiled at me as he accepted the drink. Before he walked away, though, he threw a few more dollars in the tip jar.

“Come back and see me before the night is over,” I called after him.

“I bet you say that to every drunk guy who tips you well,” he called back, but not before turning and winking at me.

That wink sent butterflies flying through my stomach. I blinked my eyes a few time after him and then shook my head. I had work to do, and I could not let a handsome stranger throw off my groove for the night.

Periodically, he would catch my eye. He was in my line of sight as the other girls and I were doing our bit where we danced on the bar. Later, when I was running to the bathroom while my manager covered my bar, I had run directly into him. He had managed to catch me before I tumbled to the ground.

“Y'know,” he leaned in close to my ear, “I had hoped I would get to have my arms around you tonight, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting.”

I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm,but laughed. His sweet nature made his pick up line more genuine than threatening. I escaped his embrace, but before I jogged to the bathroom, told him, “I told you; come back to my bar later.”

As the night neared an end, and the dj called out “last call,” over the microphone, my bar started to pick up again. A line of people formed to close out tabs for the evening. It stayed formed until about thirty minutes after close.

The last person in my line happened to be the handsome, kind man from earlier.

“Dimples,” I greeted him as I began organizing my receipts, “I was positive you had left and forgotten about me.”

I pointed at a stool and poured him another drink. I waved the bouncer down and told him to not kick him out, as he was there on my invitation. Sometimes, being the head bartender had its perks. He nodded and walked away after he had realized that he did not need to chase the guy from my bar.

“Yixing, since you asked,” Dimples said as he took a drink.

“(Y/N), but I think I’m going to stick to Dimples.”

He laughed. It was a light and airy laugh that made it impossible not to smile.

“So, your friends aren’t going to worry about you, are they?” I started counting my register. I had become good at multi tasking, so holding a conversation while counting bills wasn’t difficult for me anymore. I made sure to face them all the same direction, something I knew was a pet peeve of my boss’ if it was not properly done.

“Nah,” he took another sip of his drink, “they found a group of girls actually willing to fall for Kris’ charm. They were going back to our apartment to play beer pong. They seemed exceptionally unphased when I told them I would catch up with them later.”

Yixing shrugged as I asked, “what? Not enough girls for everyone, so you’re stuck here?”

I was teasing, but he smirked and said, “I think there’s a song that better describes it,” and proceeded to sing, “I like the bartender,” by T-Pain. I laughed and threw a handful of napkins at him.

We continued to carry small talk while I closed up my bar. I traded my tips for bigger bills and gave the bar one final wipe down before turning back to him.

“I appreciate you keeping me company!” I wanted to leave the ball in his court to see if he would ask me to hang out.

Luckily, he did.

“Hey,” he started as we began to walk out of the bar and into the parking lot, “I really don’t think that I want to go home to a house party. Are you hungry after a long shift like that?”

I nodded and clutched my stomach, “I’m starved! I’m practically withering away!”

Yixing chuckled at my dramatics.

“There’s this great taco place that’s 24 hours. They have these smothered burritos…” but I cut him off.

“I know exactly where you’re talking about! Josie’s! Of 19th!”

He nodded and I offered to drive and bring him back to his car later since he had been drinking.

When we walked in, I made my way back to the corner booth without waiting to be sat. Yixing looked surprised, but followed me. We sat down, and my favorite waitress made her way over with two glasses of water and two cups of coffee.

“Thanks, Marie,” I smiled at her as she walked away.

“So you’re a regular, then,” Yixing asked, “and you drink coffee at nearly 3 am?”

I tore open a sugar packet and stirred it into my coffee.

“Don’t worry. It’s decaf,” I nodded at his cup that he was eyeing nervously, “I like the warmth of the drink, but I don’t want to be awake for over 24 hours at a time.”

He seemed relieved by my words and began to doctor his to his preference.

“I’ve been coming to Josie’s pretty much every Friday night since I started at the bar. After a long night of loud music and drunk dudes, there’s something refreshing about the comfort of a quiet diner with few, but friendly and kind faces.”

Yixing let a little grin dance across his lips, “I can understand that, I guess. I’m sure bartending isn’t the most fun job in the world.”

“It has its ups and downs. The money is alright. Some nights are shitty. I get patrons like your friend Kris more than I do patrons like you.”

He smiled again and sarcastically asked, “what do you mean, ‘like me!?’”

“Nice. Not annoying.” This time he let out a big laugh. That laugh was going to become one of my favorite sounds, I could tell.

It was dangerous how easy it was to be around Yixing. We sat and talked while we ate as though we had known each other forever. He felt like an old friend as opposed to someone that I had just known a few measly hours.

Once we paid Marie, (well, once Yixing had paid for both of our meals after insisting relentlessly), we made our way back to my car. He called his roommates to see if the party was still going on.

I could hear the loud music and shouting from the opposite side of the car. He seemed annoyed as he hung up the phone.

“Do their parties normally go on for this long?”

He let out a heavy sigh, “unfortunately. Sometimes they’re not as long winded if the girls aren’t as interested once the alcohol wears off. I guess I didn’t get to avoid it this time.” He shrugged.

I looked at the clock on my dashboard. It was a little bit after 4 a.m. I wanted to go to bed, knowing that I had another late night tomorrow, but I also wanted to continue to be around Yixing.

“Hey,” I started, nervously nibbling at my bottom lip, “why don’t you just crash on my couch tonight,” I offered, “I have my own apartment, so no noisy roommates.”

He feigned surprise at me, “(Y/N)! I’m shocked! If I didn’t know any better, I would assume that you were trying to seduce me. A sweet girl like you, inviting a strange man back to your apartment? I’m appalled at your assumption that I’m…”

I cut him off by slamming my lips into his. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He did not pull away. Instead of acting surprised by my sudden action, he grabbed a fistful of hair and let out a slight moan of satisfaction.

When we finally broke apart to catch our breath, Yixing said, “thank god. I’ve been wanting to do that all fucking night.”

“So, are you staying at my place or not,” I asked.

He nodded and kissed me one more time, a bit more gentle this time.

I drove to my apartment. Yixing seemed unable to keep his hands off of me. He played with my hair as I drove. His fingers skirted along my thighs. Once we arrived at my place, he held my hand up the sidewalk, placing sweet kisses on it as my other hand was occupied with opening the front door with my keys.

The moment that we were inside with my door shut, Yixing’s hands cupped my face and he kissed me again. I tiptoed a bit and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our tongues met and, occasionally, he would pull my bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a slight moan from me.

I guided him back to my bedroom.

“I thought I was getting the couch tonight,” he joked between kisses.

My hands flew to his shirt and began to unbutton it.

“Who says that you still aren’t,” I quipped back as he reached down and returned the favor of pulling my shirt off.

He chuckled but did not let it distract him. Suddenly, his arms were around me and I was spun around. My back landed against the bed and Yixing hovered over me. He undid the snap on my jeans and pulled them down. I was left in my red laced bra and black boy shorts.

Yixing drank in the sight of me as he stood to remove his own pants. His eyes traced every inch of my body, and I assumed that he liked what he saw by the way his eyes darkened with lust and his tongue ran along his lips.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said.

He made his way back over me. His mouth landed right under my jaw on my neck. He kissed and sucked at the spot. I let a little hiss escape as he bit to solidify the hickey there. He kissed it gently, as if to soothe the area. He then continued by repeating this several times along my collar bone and across my body.

He placed a deep, dark purple hickey at my hip bone right next to my tattoo that was there before hooking my panties with his thumbs and pulling them down my legs. He positioned himself between my thighs before looking back up me for approval.

I do not think that I had ever been more turned on in my life than I was with seeing Yixing, mouth hovering over my core. I nodded to give my okay, and his tongue immediately landed on me.

My back arched, and Yixing’s hands flew to hold my hips down. His tongue swirled, alternating between my slit and my clit. Occasionally, he would suck my clit between his lips to create a new sensation.

After a few moments of pure bliss, Yixing took one of his hands and used two of his long fingers to slide into me. I was so wet that it was easy for him to do so, and he wantonly groaned against me, sending a vibration through me that nearly threw me into my orgasm in itself.

“Shit,” he removed his lips from me momentarily to speak, “I wanted to make you cum like this first, but I can’t wait. I need to feel you this wet around me.”

He removed his fingers and gave my folds one last lick before he stood up and removed his boxer briefs. I whined at the lack of contact.

Yixing pumped his length a few times before kneeling in front of me on the bed again. He grabbed my legs and hooked one over his shoulder. 

 This made his initial thrust deeper than I had expected. I gasped out and he held still to make sure that I was able to adjust properly. 

 “You okay, love,” he watched me intently to make sure that I was not hurting too bad. 

 I nodded, “just had to adjust. Please move, Yixing. I want to feel you more.” Yixing moved slow at first. His hips maintained an easy tempo. I was able to feel every inch of his cock as it filled me again and again. 

 Eventually, he picked up his pace. I felt a knot tightening in my stomach. Both of our breath becoming ragged. 

 Yixing’s name left my lips as desperately as though it was a prayer. I repeated it over and over, gasping. I knew that I was going to cum soon. 

 Suddenly, Yixing pulled out of me. He readjusted us quickly, before I could even complain about the sudden lack of contact. He was sat on the bed, and had pulled me to straddle him. I slid down on his cock, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

 Hands clawed at each other’s back. Our mouths landing on any exposed area that we were able to. Every single place that our skin could touch, we allowed it to. His hands tugged at my hair, exposing my neck to the side. He bit at my skin, leaving more love bites in it. 

 My hips rolled, and I felt myself tighten up around him. 

 “Go ahead, beautiful. Go ahead and cum,” Yixing managed to say between moans. 

 I found my release with one last movement, and I felt Yixing find his climax simultaneously. Our foreheads pressed together as we slowly rode out our highs together. His hands moved down my spine at a slower, less aggressive speed and I shivered as he sent chills through me with his gentle grazes. 

 I sighed contently as he placed a sweet kiss on my cheek. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. 

 I stared in the mirror and laughed. 

 “I guess at work tomorrow I’ll be wearing a turtleneck instead of a low cut shirt, huh?” I spun in circles, catching my reflection all the way around, and admired the scratches and hickeys on all of the various parts of my body. 

 Yixing came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “I hope that I didn’t hurt you,” he whispered. 

 I met his gaze in the mirror. I liked the sight of him draped over me. 

 I shook my head, “it was all perfect.” He turned me around and kissed me again. 

 “Let’s get you some sleep so that I can take you to breakfast in a little bit.”

Night Changes

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, unwanted sexual advances (It’s mild but it still might be graphic guys, read with caution) forced kissing, mentioned violence, angst 

Word Count: 1660

Summary: You see Sebastian out a bar months after you broke up and make a decision that goes horribly wrong. 

Request: Hello! Could I request prompt #8 ‘can you hold me?’ With Sebastian Stan? Like they broke up a while ago and one day she is drunk and it’s raining and they run into each other at the bar and he drives her home and fluff perhaps?

A/N: Thanks for the request Sweetheart, hope this is what you were looking for ! I deviated away from the prompt a little, and it’s way more angsty but this was just the idea that came to me. 


Admittedly, it should never have gotten to the point that it did. 

I should have had control over myself, over my emotions. I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did and I certainly shouldn’t have been dancing as provocatively as I was with a man I didn’t know, letting him think that this was heading somewhere it wasn’t. I could still feel the way his fingers had dug into my hips as he rutted up against my ass and it made me feel sick. His breath had been stale with beer and I could still taste it no matter how many times I washed my mouth out. It was like he was lingering on me, reminding me of everything that had happened.

The night had started out harmlessly enough, a few drinks with the girls after work at the bar just down the road from our office. It had only just opened up and there was no better opportunity to try it out than Friday afternoon after a hard, gruelling week. We were having fun, teasing Sarah over her crush on our boss while we worked our way through our second round of cocktails.

It was only when I offered to get the next round that I saw him, the breath catching in my throat as he laughed, tilting his head back to finish off the beer in his hand while clapping the other onto his friends back. I stood there, in the same spot I’d frozen, just staring. It had been months since I’d seen him, since we’d called things off and honestly, it still hurt just as much as it had back then. Our lives had been in different places, his job taking him away for months at a time while mine continued here in New York.

We had the long distance relationship down pat, phone calls, texts and skype, we managed. But it was when he came home that the problems arose, each of us having to learn how to be together again. It was inevitable that our relationship was going to end.

A knock to my shoulder brought me back from my thoughts, my tongue licking over my lips as I continued on my way to the bar, my heart hammering inside of my chest. He looked happy, at ease and it only made me feel worse.

I took a deep breath as I rested my hands on top of the bar, my fingers drumming on the hard mahogany surface.
“What can I get for you?”
“Vodka,” I answered. “Straight, in a shot.”
The bartender quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf behind him, pouring out the shot and placing it in front of me. I threw it back quickly, wincing as the alcohol burned down the back of my throat, the tears stinging at the corner of my eyes at the strong taste. When it was all the way down, I raised my hand for another.

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I’m Not Leaving

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: An Anon requested #100 from the angst/fluff prompt list. #100: I’m not leaving. With Dean

HERE is the list of drabble prompts

HERE is the list of completed prompts

The Bunker was quiet. Well, that fact wasn’t that unusual. The place was huge, and built like a tomb, and only the three of you lived there. It was seldom that the place was full of voices and noise, but it was never this quiet.

You could have heard the turning of a page, the scraping of a chair as it was pulled away from the table. The sound of a beer bottle opening. But there was nothing, and you pulled out your blade as you quietly too the steps. Only the lights in the library were on, an empty beer bottle sitting precariously on the edge of the table. 

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Waking up after a drunken hook up with your best friend Harry

Or when your roommate Niall endlessly makes fun of you for hooking up with Harry while you freak out…

You roll over and immediately groan at the mounting pain in your head. Why the fuck did you drink all that last night? You open one eye, the other barely opens from the gobs of mascara you forgot to wash off the night before.

The phone next to you lights up with a notification, grabbing for it, you notice the time and groan again. You never get a good night’s sleep after drinking heavily, you’re dehydrated body woke you up at 6 a.m.

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