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Focus (Tyler X Reader Smut) Part One

Originally posted by tylerandthejosephs

Pairing: sub!Tyler x Reader/                                                                      Warnings:Blowjob, Cussing/                                                                                   a/n It’ll get far more intense, believe me.           


“And Y/N, you’ll be working with Tyler.”

Your eyes shot up from your paper, blinking a couple times at your professor, trying to figure out if you’d heard her correctly. “S-sorry?” You mumbled, a confused frown pulling at the corners of your lips.

“You’ll be working with Tyler for this project.” She confirmed, smiling at you as if she was doing you a solid. You shot a look to the boy in the corner who was smirking cockily back at you. You internally groaned, returning your gaze to the paper on your desk. Tyler wasn’t exactly the easiest kid to work with, he was either tediously hyper-active or depressingly solemn, and you needed someone you could trust for this paper. You needed this credit.

“Y/L/N?” You looked up to see your professor looming over you.

“Yes.” You answered bluntly, not even attempting to hide your annoyance.

“I know it’ll be hard for you to work with Tyler but it’ll be good for him to spend some time with someone like you. He needs some control. Plus there’s extra credit in it for you if he passes this class. Also, who knows? He might bring out another side to you to.” She smiled again before placing a project brief down in front of you and continuing her rounds of the classroom.

You leant back in your chair, staring at the ceiling before pulling yourself  together. “Extra credit.” You muttered to yourself before getting up and moving over to the desk next to Tyler.

“Hey.” He spoke, quieter than you were expecting.

“I’m doing this for me. You better pull through.” You spat, without so much as a ‘hello’.

You watched him timidly pick up the coffee cup in front of him with his hands, which had been covered by the sleeves of his sweater. He blew on it lightly and looked up at you before breaking into a full grin.

“Relax. I’ll behave. I’m a good boy.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips before quickly returning, leaving your stomach in knots and your jaw slightly slack. You cleared your throat, crossing your legs to relieve some of the tension that seeing another side to him had caused.

“Well, I’ll fail if you flunk this. So don’t fuck up.”

“Got it. Don’t fuck up.”

You winced at the sound of the dirty word coming from his pretty mouth. “You shouldn’t cuss.”

“Why? You do.”

“Yeah but I’m- I’m…” You stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse.

“In charge? Fair. It’s only acceptable in extreme cases, right? When there are no other words to describe what your feeling? Okay.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he stared at you shamelessly. You stared back, taking the time to study his eyes, his lips, his tanned skin. You’d never given him so much as a second thought before, but now…

“Y/N?” He giggled, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Sorry. What?”

He let one last bubble of amusement fall from his lips before continuing. “I said when are we gonna start working on this?”

You groaned again as the realisation that he wasn’t just something pretty to look at hit you square in the face. You wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible. “Tonight.” You spoke bluntly, pulling a scrap of paper from your notebook and scribbling your address down on to it. “6:30. Don’t be late.” Almost as if on queue, the bell rang and you got up from your seat, throwing your bag on to your back and exiting the classroom, leaving the annoyingly attractive boy behind you.

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6:28. There was a knock at the door. Your parents were out so you left your room and went downstairs to answer it.

“Hey.” Tyler stood before you in a different outfit to the one you had seen him in previously that day. Black skinny jeans and a black muscle tee, show casing tattoos you didn’t know he had, his red backpack hung lazily from his left shoulder. You felt somewhat insecure in your mom jeans and a baggy t-shirt, he seemed like he’d made an effort, you certainly had not.

You brushed the feeling to one side and returned his casual greeting, simply turning on your heels and muttering a “this way” before returning to your room. He sat on the floor and pulled out his notebook and a pen, looking up at you for instructions on what to do next. You took a moment to appreciate how pretty he looked, knelt on the floor, and your mind began to drift.

“You keep zoning out on me, everything okay?”

You blinked, snapping yourself out of your trance and pulling the project brief out of your bag. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just get to work.”

It was only fifteen minutes later that you felt his eyes on you. The two of you had been working in silence, and there was an undeniable tension in the room. You looked over at him, and sure enough, were met by his dark eyes staring right back. Once again, he didn’t make an effort to look away. You felt a shiver run down your spine but quickly composed yourself, regaining your serious façade. “Focus.”

He looked at you blankly for a moment. “What?”

“You should be staring at your work, not me. Focus. I’m not your project.”

He continued staring before nodding timidly and returning to his work, you smiled to yourself before doing the same. Five minutes later though, his eyes were on you again. You didn’t even bother looking up this time. “What, Tyler?”

“I-I need help.”

You refused to look up. “What question?”

“N-no, something else.”

You looked up this time, curious as to what he was talking about. You were greeted by the blushing boy, his hands doing nothing to hide the obvious tent in his pants. “Oh my god Tyler. Go to the bathroom.”

He nodded meekly and got up, still covering his crotch. You heard the door to your bathroom shut and smirked to yourself. He was cute, and the thought of having control over him in the way he was suggesting you did sent your mind down the gutter. The door shut again, and you turned to see Tyler in the door way, still fully clothed.

“I- I need something…”

“Goddammit.” You cursed, getting up and pulling him into your room before shutting the door and pushing him against it. Dropping to your knees in front of him, you began to unbutton his jeans. You looked up at him, the sight of his bottom lip caught between his teeth setting butterflies free in your stomach. “If this is what it takes for you to do the fucking project, then so be it. But I’m in control, touch me and I’ll stop. Take off your shirt.” You ordered, watching him pull off his shirt -revealing more tattoos- before nodding frantically, silently begging you to continue. It didn’t take much.

You pulled down his pants along with his boxers, wasting no time. You knew you could get him to cum quickly, and that’s exactly what you wanted. You took his large cock in your hand, the slightest touch emitting a whiney and beautiful moan from his soft lips.

“You needy for me baby?”

“Mmm- p-please.”

You chuckled at the way he begged before licking a long strip up the underside of his cock, teasing him with your tongue before taking him in your mouth, his vulgar moans pushing you forward. You began to suck, pumping what you couldn’t fit with your hand. You looked up to see his head tilted backwards, his hands scratching down his chest to stop himself from touching you. Loud moans spilled from his mouth, curse words and your name. The sounds drove you crazy, and you found yourself working him faster, desperate to reward him for his beauty. Soon enough, he was breathing deeply, his moans whiney and needy as his chest and abs tensed uncontrollably. You felt him spill in your mouth and swallowed, holding on to his thighs to give him extra support.

“Fuck.” He breathed finally, opening his eyes.

“You scratched yourself up pretty good.” You chuckled.

“I-it was the o-only way I could stop myself from t-touching you.”

“Well, you didn’t, good boy. Such a good boy, that if you continue to do what I say and finish your project, there’ll be a lot more where that came from.”

❝ How long have you both been dating? ❞

Plot: Siwon is your cousin and he’s a little protective over you. Siwon had warned you not to date any of the Super Junior member but you did anyway and he later finds out.

Pairing: Siwon x Reader

Words count: 2,9k+

Genre: Comedy, slight angst and drama

For anon , I hope you like it ^^

kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

‘Change!’ A voice rang through the apartment.

‘Why!?’ You argued back, ‘I think I look perfectly fine.’

Choi Siwon was every women’s dream, yet he was a pain in your ass. Matter of fact, he was your cousin and an over protective cousin at that. He would monitor everything you wore, who you were with and where you went. He had been away during his enlistment, so you had a bit more freedom since he was not there to be overly protective. You missed him a lot since he left because he was like your brother and best friend. Siwon had one rule, a rule that stuck since you met the rest of the boys years back and that was; no dating the members.

‘She looks fine Oppa.’ Jiwon tried to reason, ‘She is 28 years old, not 8.’

‘Don’t take her side.’ He scolded, ‘You are my sister!’

‘And I understand that, but she is a grown woman, Siwon. You can’t protect her for the rest of your life.’ Jiwon tried to reason.

‘Sorry to break this up,’ You waved a hand between the siblings fighting, ‘But did it ever occur to you that we are going to be late?’

‘Exactly, now go change!’ He pointed towards the door that was your bedroom.

‘No time, lets go!’ You dragged them both out the house.

You wore a simple black skirt with stockings and a white shirt that was tucked in. Your hair flowed naturally and you wore a pair of pumps. You thought you looked fine but Siwon found the shirt to see-through, skirt short and your hair should be tied up. Throughout the entire drive he scolded you and his sister tried to reason with him. You all were on your way to see Donghae and Hyukjae. They had returned from their enlistment and you all wanted to celebrate. Just them and their close ones. Arriving at SM, you three walked to a room that had been reserved for the little welcome back party.

‘Stay close to me.’ Siwon warned.

‘But I want to socialise.’

‘With me around!’

‘You are frustrating.’ You rolled your eyes and walked towards the guests of honour,’ Donghae! Hyukjae!’

The rapper had you in his arms, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around, ‘Y/N!’

‘Take your hands off her, Lee Hyukjae!’ Siwon stormed into the situation and ripped you away from Hyukjae.

‘Still over protective as ever.’ Hyuk chuckled as Donghae came to hug you but was closely observed by his fellow member.

‘Watch those hands Lee Donghae.’ He eyed them.

‘Let’s get a drink.’ You all but signed in relief when you saw Jiwon drag her brother away.

‘I assume you haven’t told him.’ Donghae nudged you.

‘I value my life.’

‘You have to tell him sooner or later.’

‘And I pick later.’

‘Y/N!’ A voice shouted from a distance.

‘Looks like lover boy is here,’ Hyukjae placed an arm around Donghae’s shoulder, ‘Let’s give them some privacy.’

The two walked away to talk to other people as another came and enveloped you in a hug, kissing your cheek. This person was your boyfriend, Kim Heechul and your boyfriend of a year and a half. Yeah, you were told to not date any of the members but Heechul was just different. You grew closer to him as the years went by and when Siwon enlisted, the two of you dated a few months before becoming official, not that anyone knew but only a few people. Heechul was your boyfriend and also a close friend. You told him everything and he was always there for you.

‘Where’s your security guard?’ Heechul joked.

‘Jiwon took him to cool off with something to drink.’ You laughed as Heechul draped an arm around you, ‘I would watch yourself tonight, he seems to be on overdrive.’

‘I can handle Choi Siwon.’ Chul grinned.

And on queue, his name rang out, ‘KIM HEECHUL!’

‘Here we go.’ You sighed.

Siwon and his sister were just a few meters away from you and your boyfriend. The younger stormed through the crowd of people as Heechul continued to stand with his arm proudly around your shoulder. As Siwon got closer, Heechul slowly retreated his arm because he knew you didn’t wish to tell your cousin yet. You wanted this to be a secret because you knew Siwon would be mad, and you didn’t want to ruin everyone’s evening. Siwon stood before the two of you, his eyes ready to commit murder.

‘And where do you think your arm was?’ He question.

‘Calm down horse,’ Heechul stated, ‘I was just talking to her.’

‘With your arm around her?’

‘She is my friend, ya know.’

‘That means nothing to me and you know that.’ Siwon wedged himself between the two of you, ‘Keep your intimate gestures to yourself.’

‘She is 28, Siwon!’ Heechul scolded.

‘I don’t care.’ With that, your cousin guided you to the dance floor.

Some soft music was playing through the speakes. So many times you wished to tell Siwon about Heechul, but you never seemed to have the perfect time. Right now you stood swaying to the music, your cousin in front of you and your boyfriend off at the side. You wanted to tell him now but you didn’t now how Siwon would react. He was generally a level headed man, but you had kept this for such a long time that you knew he wouldn’t react in a rational way. Meanwhile Heechul glanced at the two of you.

He wanted to tell Siwon so many times, but you asked him not to. Yeah he was jealous of Siwon, not because he was you cousin but because he could be more free with you. He wasn’t even allow to touch you without the younger breathing down his neck. Heechul in general was a sassy man and spoke his mind, but you were worth more then using his sharp tongue and ruining everything. His hands formed fists as he rushed out the room. You caught him running out from the corner of your eye and you felt you heart shudder slightly. Releasing yourself from his hold, you walked to grab Yoona.

‘Please dance with him.’ You whispered to her.

‘Go,’ She replied, ‘He looks more upset then ever tonight, I will handle Won.’

‘Thank you.’ You hugged her before she walked to entertain your cousin.

You ran through the SM halls looking for him. You thought of everything possible, from the dance studios to the recording rooms. You opened every door and shouted his name as if you were insane. Finally clicking, you took the elevator to the highest floor it could go before walking two more flights of stairs and arriving on the roof. As if you planned the situation, you walked onto the roof and found Heechul looking out into the distance. He stood with his hands in his pockets with his back towards you.

‘You are going to get sick.’ You softly spoke.

‘Then go downstairs,’ His words cold, ‘Your cousin must be ripping the building apart looking for you.’

‘I asked Yoona to cover for me.’ You stood behind him, hand on his shoulder, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.’ He didn’t look at you, ‘I hate having to hide you.’

‘I know that,’ You made him face you, ‘And we will tell him, just not now.’

‘And why not?!’

‘Because….. I ….. I don’t know.’

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A/N: So the other night I worked the closing shift at the gas station and I had a very similar experience to what happens in this fic (even a direct quote), minus the fact that the guy pushes it like he does in the fic. But still, the fact that I’m even forced to have to deal with guys like that infuriates me to no end. So here you go, a first person written fic about Merle taking care of scumbags and being a gentleman. *gasps*

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Originally posted by dixonbeth

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Words: 1260

[Angsty, death, but not too bad.] 

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When nothing happened something in you burst and you just wanted to scream your lungs out.

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You were desperate, frustrated and absolutely heartbroken. If this didn’t work you didn’t know what to do. You were pretty sure that you would go under.

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(If you wanna cry, listen to Lips Of An Angel by Hinder… I almost did writing it)

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It took both of you a while to get over one another, neither of you wanted to end it but you both knew it caused you two too much pain. It had been months since you had broken up and both of you moved on, even though you only thought of each other.

Derek woke up at 3 in the morning to a phone call, picking it up and hearing sobbing on the other end. “Derek?” the voice he missed so much over the long months. He got out of bed not disturbing the sleeping girl next to him and walked into the connected bathroom.

“Honey, why are you calling me this late?” he whispered. “Why are you crying, baby, is everything okay?” He heard screaming and banging in the background.

“I miss you.” you cried, softly. “I miss you so much, Derek.”

“I miss you too, more than I should.” he replied. “I’m sorry I’m whispering, my girl is asleep.”

“Do you love her more than me?” you whispered back to him. you hoped for him to say yes so you could move on.

“No, honestly I wish it was you.” he frowned at himself, he didn’t like the thought of leading someone on but he did love the girl in bed just not as much as you.  “I don’t think either of us has moved on. It’s good to hear your voice, I miss the way you say my name.”

“Do you really?” you mumbled, letting out a silent sob.

“Yes, it makes me weak.” he rubbed his eyes.

“Prove it, come to me.” you sobbed.

“You know I can’t.” he stated, feeling like daggers flying in his chest. Going to you would be cheating and he couldn’t do it but the way you talked to him and sounded made it hard for him. A knock stopped him from saying anything else.

“Babe, come back to bed.” His new girl requested.

“Yes, okay. I’ll be there in a minute.” he said back to her. “I wish I didn’t have to hang up but I need to get back to her. Goodnight.” he frowned, hanging up before you could reply. He couldn’t hear to say goodbye again and couldn’t hear you beg him to stay on the phone with you.

***Night’s Later***

Derek had just finished dinner with his girlfriend as he walked to his desk and if on queue the phone rang. He reconnized the number from the night you had called, the last time he had heard from you until now. He answered it, “It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight, it’s been awhile. Why are calling right now?” he asked, hurt that you call out of the blue and never again.

“I dreamt of you.” she mumbled.

“I haven’t stopped dreaming of you.” he mumbled, looking over his shoulder to his girl standing in the kitchen. He didn’t hear sceaming this time in the background. “Does your boyfriend know you’re talking to me?”

“No, don’t worry.” you mumbled.

“If he did, would it start a fight?” he asked.

“He knows I still love you, does your girlfriend know? you replied, avoiding the question.

"I don’t think she does but she might.” he explained to you. “You know you make it hard to be faithful.”

“What do you mean?” she asked him.

“Calling like this, it makes me want to see you more than I should.” he rushed, feelling frustrated that he shouldn’t have these feelings anymore.

“Then come, no one is stopping you?”

“My girlfriend.” he told you.

“You said so yourself, you wished she was me.” you replied to him.

“It’s not that simple, I can’t.” he looked over his shoulder again to see her smile at him, he forced a smile back. “I just can’t, I have to go.” he ended the call, his heart heavy with regret of ending it with who he loved more than anything.

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Kinda stole this from my Wattpad so

anonymous asked:

I am curious on how you decide which quotes to post. I thought originally that you post all that are submitted.

We cannot possibly run everything that gets submitted, there is simply too much.

My (szasstam) criteria for selecting a submission is 1) Are it’s contents socially acceptable (no misogyny, racism, ableism, etc)? and 2) I find it funny or think people will find it funny based on what our followers seem to like.

When the other mods choose they for sure better be following #1, as that was part of the job description, but other than that they get free range to queue whatever they think is funny.

Maybe we do miss some gems and maybe we do post some turds sometimes, but hey, running a blog this big can be draining.