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The Start of Summer Break - Jack Maynard Imagine

A/N: contains smut


*YOUR POV*

I sighed as I walked through the door of Jack’s and my shared flat. “Baby, I’m home!” I yelled and put my backpack on the floor. Jack came out of our bedroom grinning widely and wrapped me in his arms. “You’re all done!” “I know and I am so ready to relax, I’m exhausted,” I said, relived that I was finally on summer break from college. “Go get changed, babe, and we can start your relaxation, ok?” Jack pushed me towards our bedroom so I could change into comfy clothes. My joggers and jacks sweat shirt felt so good against my skin as I pulled them on over my black matching underwear. I walked into the living room to and saw Jack, phone in hand ordering pizza. I grabbed the remote for the tv, sitting down on the couch, and turned on Netflix. Jack stood in front of me on his phone. “Babe,” I whined “you’re a better door than a window.”

Jack looked down at me and smiled, moving to the corner of the couch and pulling me onto him so I was leaned against the couch, sitting on his legs. Jacks lips were on mine in no time, one of his hands roaming under my shirt, the other supporting my back. One of my arms was around his neck, the other in his hair. “God, baby I’ve missed this.” Jack breathed out, moving to kiss my neck, making my head go back and moans escaping past my lips. “Jack,” I was turning into a mess beneath him, giving up completely to whatever he wanted to do.

Jacks hand slipped under my joggers and his fingers pushed against my heat. I gasped, a smile spreading across my face, my hand grabbing his forearm, his head still buried in my neck. “Do you like that baby?” he said, a smile on his voice. “Yes, oh my god, yes jack yes.” I was blubbering, begging for more. Suddenly two of his fingers were inside me, pumping slowly, and curling at just the right point. “Oh my g…yes…jack…please” I was breathless, moaning, my fingers wrapped around Jacks arm squeezing hard. Jack added another finger and worked my pussy whilst licking and nipping my neck. “Gods you’re so wet baby,” he moaned into my neck working me faster and faster. I was moaning his name when Jack pressed me against my sweet spot and I lost it and came all over his fingers. Jack chuckled, “That’s my girl,” he said, helping me through my high. I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him desperately, thanking him.

“Did you like that?” Jack said, as my lips went around his face peppering kisses everywhere I could reach. “So much, baby, so fucking much,” I said my eyes shut. I moved to return the favor but Jack kept hold of me, not allowing me to move. “No, no it’s ok babe, that was for you.” Jack said leaning to sweetly kiss me. “I feel bad, babe, you didn’t get anything out of this,” I said. “Thats where you’re wrong. I had fun watching you,” Jack said winking. I blushed and pushed my face into Jacks chest. He laughed and pulled me closer.

Jack put on a film, and I snuggled into him. He pulled out his fuzzy blanket and laid it over me, tucking it around me so that I was comfortable. “hey, Jack, I love you,” I said sleepily pulling his face down to mine to kiss him. “hey, (Y/N), I love you too,” he said smiling down at me. Soon he was distracted by the show on the tv and I was asleep against his chest.

*JACKS POV*

My phone buzzed with texts from the buttercream group chat, everyone wanting to come to my flat, of all places. I agreed but cautioned them to be quiet due to the sleeping girl in my arms, and they had to pick up the pizza I ordered. They agreed and said they would be over soon. I looked down to see my girl completely out, mouth open, softly snoring. I smiled, knowing that this was her first restful sleep for a really long time due to college. I continued watching my show, lowering the volume, until the boys got there.

They crept in the door trying their best to be quiet, the smell of pizza quickly filling my flat. I shushed them and gathered (Y/N) closer to me, trying to block out the boys noise. They did ok for about three seconds before one of them made a joke that made Conor and Josh giggle, which soon turned into howls of laughter. (Y/N) shifted and her eyes opened, “Fuck it boys look what you’ve done,” I said, groaning and apologizing to (Y/N). “Oh my god you brought pizza,” she said, her face shining. “Hell yeah we did,” Conor said holding up the five boxes. “I didn’t order 5 bloody pizzas,” I said laughing. “Who cares? Someone get me some,” (Y/N) ordered from her place in my lap. Soon four pieces of pizza were given on a plate to (Y/N), which she happily accepted, shoving pizza in her mouth, and closing her eyes at the taste. “Oh my god thank you so much.”

The pizza was soon devoured, and we ended up watching a film, simply enjoying each others company. During the movie, I felt (Y/N)’s eyes on me. I looked down at her, still in my lap. “What?” I whispered. “I like you,” her eyes sparkled as she started kissing my neck. “Babe stop, not with the boys around,” She giggled and stopped but then whispered in my ear, “You’re fucking sexy, and I’m going to enjoy doing you tonight.” Her words sent a shiver through me. I licked my lips, tried not to show my excitement, and attempted to pay attention to the film.  

bluezey  asked:

Try that box blocking the hole, there's something unique about it if it's blocking a hole in the wall.

He moved the box away from the wall and opened it. Inside, there was the Dr. Wrecker costume, an old Daisy the Donkey doll, a regular TV remote, and a journal with “Dr. Wrecker” written on the cover.

“Oh. Huh, I kept that costume all those years…?”

How the MM characters probably ask for sex

Yoosung

  • gets real nervous
  • sweats a lot
  • tries to say something but stutters and ends up asking for the TV remote instead
  • keeps giving discreet glances at MC
  • ….until MC takes the initiative and drags him into the bedroom

Zen

  • gets 3000% flirtier than usual
  • “I ditched rehearsal tonight…”
  • keeps giving MC the ‘wolf’ stare
  • seriously does he even need to ask
  • that dude’s a sex god give him what he wants already

Jumin

  • literally sets up a trail of scented candles and rose petals leading you to the bedroom
  • is probably waiting for you on the bed
  • in a suggestive position
  • wearing expensive men’s lingerie
  • holding pink handcuffs
  • “Let’s try something new tonight.”

 Jae Baehee

  • Jaehee:“I only have one thing left on my to-do list tonight”
  • MC: “What is it?”
  • Jaehee: “You”

Seven

  • 707: “Oi MC you want some HB chips?”
  • MC: “Yeah sure’“
  • 707: *places a single chip on his crotch*
  • *waits with a dumb smile*

Saeran

  • “So we gonna fuck or what”
Teach Me

I had an anon request for Professor Dean smut. Here ya go!

Summary: You are in a secret relationship with your grad school professor. The two of you have some fun in his office.

Warning: smut, a tiny bit of dirty talk

Word Count: 2650

A/N: This was a fun AU to write! Hope you enjoy! Feedback appreciated!

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Daddy


REQUEST: can you write a daddy!dom one? like with bdsm and spanking and stuff?

A/N: I’m sorry this sucks. The daddy kink this is just really not my thing.. but I did my best!

“What has gotten into you?” Dan asks as the two of you are seated on the couch trying to watch a movie. Trying is the key word there. You’re having a lot of trouble keeping your hands to yourself, and it seems to be that Dan isn’t super in the mood. You know how to get him in the mood, though, and all it takes is one word.

“You….” you say, running your hand slowly up his thigh, “Daddy.”

He shuts his eyes for a second before picking up the remote and pausing the tv. “You know what that does to me. And you’re the one who wanted to watch this,” he nods his head towards the tv.

Crawling into his lap, you lean down and begin peppering kisses along his neck, “I changed my mind. I want you now.”

He grips onto your hips and flips you over, laying you down on the couch and hovering over you. “You should learn to control yourself, little one.”

You bite your lip and smirk, thrusting your hips up to grind your crotch into his and moaning. You begin trailing your hands along Dan’s sides, trying to get underneath his shirt and to his pants when he grabs them and in one swift movement pins them over your head. “Keep your hands to yourself if you want to cum later,” he whispers before running his over your ear lobe, causing you to shiver uncontrollably.

“Daddy,” you whine.

“Shhh,” he says. “I need to teach you a lesson in patience.” He sits up and pulls of his shirt. “Bedroom. Now.”

Eagerly, you jump up and it takes nearly all your willpower not to sprint there, especially after a generous slap on the ass from Dan. “On the bed, baby,” he says, smiling at you as he enters the room. He goes right to your underwear drawer, where the two of you keep all of your toys. When he turns around he has a pair of fluffy handcuffs. “Hands behind your back, little one.” He gently brushes a piece of hair behind your ear and you comply, putting your hands behind your back. He cuffs them and then begins pulling his pants off.

You watch him the whole time, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second as you study his movements and his strong hands. “Since you were so eager, you can take care of daddy right away,” he says cockily, taking a seat beside you on the bed once he’s finished undressing. “Now, be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock.”

You get off the bed and onto your knees. Dan strokes himself a bit before positioning his cock so it’s just barely touching your lips. You run your tongue along the head a bit before taking him in your mouth. You immediately begin bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks taking him in as deep as you can without gagging. Opening your throat, you take in as much of him as you can, disregarding the tears that prick at your eyes. “Slow down, baby. Don’t make me cum yet,” he warns, putting his hand on the back of your head, trying to slow you down. But he’s too late, you’re addicted to the little sounds he’s making, those moans that come from the back of his throat, and the way his hips involuntarily buck when you hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“y/n….” he warns again when you deep throat him for a second time. You still don’t listen, though, instead picking up your speed. It’s until you feel the warm saltiness of his seed in your mouth that you realize how angry he’s going to be.

After swallowing, you pull back and lick your lips, looking up at him through bleary eyes. “I’m sorry, daddy, I-” you start, but he interrupts.

“I thought I told you not to make me cum,” he says darkly.

“I’m sorry.”

“No talking. Get up here. Over my lap.” You obey without a word, not wanting to upset him again but excited about what’s he’s going to do nonetheless. Wordlessly, he flips your skirt up and nearly tears your panties off. “Count,” he orders, and then begins the slaps.

“One, two, three….” you begin, trying to fight off the whimpers that threaten with each harsh blow.

After 10 slaps, your ass is stinging almost unbearably and tears are running down your cheeks. You’ve held off on the safe word though, knowing you deserve your punishment and that one Dan’s done he will make it all worth it. Plus, pain has always been a bit of a turn on for you.

“You okay baby?” he asks, as he rubs your ass soothingly with lotion.

You nod, looking up at him, waiting for his next order. “Take off the rest of your clothes and lay down on the bed.”

Again you obey without question, though curiosity almost gets the best of you when he takes the handcuffs from your wrist just long enough to wrap them around one of the posts on the headboard and recuff you. “Now,” he says, looking up at you as he slides down the bed. He rests his chin on your bare hip and grinning widely, “It’s your turn.”

remember that anon who requested a patater engagement?

yeah.

Kent’s sitting on their couch on a random Friday night, blindfolded and laughing as Tater feeds him something round and cold.

“Another grape,” he says once he’s finished chewing. “Come on, give me a challenge.” They’ve been at this for half an hour. Tater came home with the idea in his head that they try the Sensory Challenge, whatever that was, something from Russian Youtube. It involved people blindfolding each other and then making them feel, taste, smell, or hear things and then guessing what the things were.

So far, Kent’s had to guess the feel of the TV remote (”Easy.”), the sound of Tater shaking one of their house plants (”Tater, if you hurt one leaf on Alejandro, I’m going to murder you.”), and the smell of Tater’s socks from practice (”Alexei I am going to murder you.”)

After the socks, Tater started feeding him various fruits and veggies out of their fridge, as well as spoonfuls of ice cream, so Kent’s decided that Tater is forgiven. Tater told him earlier that he could take the blindfold off, but Kent’s having too much fun. He was half expecting this to devolve into something kinky. But Tater’s just playing the game, having fun, and Kent’s having fun, too.

That’s the thing he loves about Tater: the guy never lets him get bored. Tater’s always bringing something new into Kent’s life, a joke or a book or a recipe, a new perspective on life that Kent’s never seen before.

Kent’s eaten this brand of Rocky Road a million times, but with his vision gone and only his nose and mouth to inform his experience, it’s like a whole new flavor.

“Mm, you should kiss me now,” Kent says, smacking his lips.

Tater does. It’s a short peck; a soft, warm contrast to the hard, cold feel of the ice cream-laden spoon from a moment before.

“Now my turn,” Tater says against Kent’s mouth.

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Dating Kai Parker Would Include...

Originally posted by buchananjames


Request: “Dating Kai Parker would include”? ((ANON)) 

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• He’s a sucker for a badass woman/man 

 • Like, if you can fuck someone up he’ll be so turned on. 

 • He likes bath bombs but he’ll never admit to it. 

 • When he was on the run from Damon and Stefan you decided to settle in New Orleans. 

 • He blends in well with the witch community. Plus, you and Rebekah were friends so you didn’t really have to worry about the Salvatore’s after that. 

 • He’s a sucker for homemade spaghetti. 

 • He also likes soup, it’s weird how much he loves soup. 

 • ALSO: “Baby, where’s the TV remote?” “I hid it from you, you deleted my shows.” “You are cruel.” “Thank you.” 

 • “Kai! Where’s my sweater?!” “I hid it from you, it’s hideous!” 

 • Rainy days are the greatest days. 

 • He makes some bomb ass hot cocoa. 

 • In the winter you go to Pennsylvania. Because… snow. 

 • He loves building snowmen almost as much as he loves you. 

 • “Malachi Parker, I swear on everything holy if you throw that snowball I will refuse you sex for month.” / “You wouldn’t.” / “Try me.” 

 • FOREHEAD KISSES • he’s the best boyfriend ever FiGhT ME 

 Tags- @geminioriginalsimagines @multifandomimaginereblogs @teengirl72

Originally posted by klopehybridss

Jughead x Reader | Texts

Originally posted by evenstoast

This has been requested by this lovely anon: 

I absolutely adore this imagine!

/ GENDER NEUTRAL FRIENDLY /

Plot: You and Jughead are texting, they live next to each other but can LITERALLY just go to the others house, but it’s late at night and the two of you are bored. Just a short lil fluff I guess

based on show

Warnings: None

“Ugh I can’t believe it finishes like that!” You shouted to yourself. You just finished an amazing movie which had the worst ending in the entire world of movies. You grabbed your remote and switched the TV off. You sighed and scrolled around on Netflix looking for something better to watch. You put on an old episode of your favourite show and sat chilling for a while. Just eating Cheez-Its and trying to stay awake. You were determined to have a good Thursday night.

You got up from your bed to grab your laptop from your desk which faced your window. You looked outside and up at the moon. A full moon, it spooked you out a little as you thought about Jason Blossom death and how his killer is still out there. You shivered and looked up at your neighbour’s window Jughead Jones, the ‘boy next door’. Well… More like ‘the weird spooky boy next door’. You’d known him since grade school and have been friends with him ever since you defended him against a bully.

What you didn’t ever mention is that you liked him a whole lot. He was always there after a breakup, you confide every emotion in him and basically share everything. A lot of your stuff is at his and a lot of his is at yours.

Oh god you’re wearing one of his shirts right now…

Your parents would constantly ask ‘when are you two settling down?’ or ‘shall I send out a Save The Date?’ obviously they were mostly jokes but sometimes you found yourself imagining living with Jughead and waking up next to him in the morning and-

But they were silly daydreams, you knew he had an interest in someone else. Betty Cooper, the actual ‘girl next door’ she was so lovely to everyone and especially you, you were close. Her and Jughead worked on The Blue and Gold. You could sense there was something going on in his head. But you wished it was you. You grabbed your phone from your bed and sent a text to Jughead.

You: You up?

The ‘seen’ message came up almost instantly, he was probably bored too.

Jughead: Yup… Stuck on homework… You?

You smiled and typed away.

You: Bad movie… Hey I can see you!

You walked up to your window and saw Jughead walking round his room looking down at his phone. He looked up, pissed off

Jughead: Creep

You: Pervert

You laughed and kept your eyes on him and saw him texting.

Jughead: I’m a pervert? Wouldn’t a pervert rather see someone undressed?

You smirked and noticed Jughead looking up at you. You mimicked taking your shirt off but stopped before Jughead shielded his eyes.

Jughead: That came out wrong, and you’re immature

You: You’re annoying

Jughead: Why don’t you just come over instead of awkwardly standing in front of your window?

You: Cause it’s almost midnight, I have a curfew. Plus I need my beauty sleep for the Pep rally tomorrow

You almost forgot you made it on the cheer squad. You tried out with Betty and Veronica, the three of you got in. You looked over at your very cute uniform and smiled.

Jughead: Oh yeah… I didn’t think cheerleading was your thing

You: It became my thing once I found out I looked so good in uniform!!

You noticed Jughead smiling and you put your hand up before ducking away from the window. You quickly changed into your cheerleading uniform and walked back up to the window. Jughead chuckled and looked down.

Jughead: Give us a twirl Y/N

As he said, you did a little spin and a few poses. He watched you, a little mesmerised and smiled a whole lot more. He leaned on the window frame.

You: Like what you see Juggy? ;)

You smirked at the text and put your hand on your hips.

Jughead: You’re so annoying.

Jughead: Yeah you look okay

Jughead: I guess

You blushed, he rubbed the back of his neck. You couldn’t see but he was blushing too.

You: You look good too

Jughead: I said okay…

You: Yeah but I knew you meant The Most Amazing Person On This Planet.

You saw Jughead chuckle.

You: I’ll be mad if that’s not my new contact name.

Jughead: Go to sleep!

You: Make me ;)

Jughead sighed and you shut your curtains to change into your pyjamas.

Jughead: Where did you go?

You: I’m changing, wanna see?

Jughead: Not this again…

You opened your curtains, to reveal you just in your pyjamas. And Jughead shook his head smiling. You also opened your window. Jughead did the same.

Goodnight Jughead.” You said

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said. You closed your window and walked over to your bed. You got under your duvet and shut your eyes. Until you heard another phone notification. You picked up your phone and read the text.

Jughead: You’re really pretty

Jughead: I’m sorry for that

Jughead: Do you wanna get a burger and milkshake tomorrow?

You blushed furiously and smiled.

You: I would love to Jug <3

You smiled to yourself adding a cute heart emoji at the end. You put your phone away and went to bed.

Jughead was in his room smiling down at his phone. Blushing furiously.

(Hope you liked it!!)

my ideal aesthetic: oversized and cozy sweaters, hot tea, stacks of old books, light drizzle outside, comfy socks

my actual aesthetic: sweats worn for the fourth day in a row, empty pringles can, television remote, idk what the weather is??, cold feet