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» request: plus size reader w jungkook ?? maybe kookie is a basketball player and the reader is a cheerleader? also: smutttt, thanks !!!

» genre: smut

» author’s note: i love plus size reader fics tbhhhh. i need more of them. also this felt so long to write but it’s not even that long :/// and i might make a plus size reader series if you all like this enough, so be sure to let me know! i love you honeybuns~~

» word count: 3.6k+

» warnings: plus size reader, basketball au, body worship, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, etc.

[nsfw under the cut]

A discontented groan sounds from the back of your throat as you pull your uniform on, a frown gracing your features as you realize the skirt is too small. The length is almost an inch too short, leaving your ass free to see. You swear under your breath, striding to the front of the locker room where your coach stands, chatting with the cheerleading captain.

“Coach, do we have another size up in the bottoms?” You ask, frowning as her eyes travel to your exposed rear end. She shakes her head with a scowl on her face, “Wear your safety shorts, Y/L/N.” She instructs, waving you off and turning back to the captain. You sulk back to your locker and look through for your safety shorts, sliding them on. Even your safety shorts have grown a bit too small, the very bottom of your asscheeks peaking out from the bottom of the thin white cloth. 

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Don’t imagine Eridan being a drama queen and deciding that he’s not going to chat with anyone online unless they contact him first from now. Don’t think about him waiting for weeks, and the only contact he gets is Feferi telling him about what her mom needs/wants to eat, and sometimes talking about little things for a bit. Don’t imagine him crying over his keyboard as he waits online for someone to try to talk to him. 

Don’t imagine two months passing of nothing but short small talk/instructions from Feferi and one time Karkat clicked on his name by mistake and told him so before leaving. Don’t imagine at the end of this two months, Eridan being about to break down when he gets a message from Feferi, who means so well when she tells him that she thinks their moirailship has improved, that she feels so much less burdened by him “now you’ve gotten over those silly issues you used to have.” or now that he’s “learned to be less clingy”

Don’t think about him typing out agreements about how much better things are this way, through his tears and self hatred. Don’t imagine him sitting there, skin and bones because he never remembers to feed himself, crying his eyes out because he can’t take being alone anymore, but now he knows how she feels about him being an issue and he doesn’t want to stress her, 

Don’t imagine him trying to click on Karkat’s name through the tears because he’s the only one he feels like he can turn to, and sending a mic chat request. Don’t imagine him clicking on Sollux’s name instead, and Sollux accepting, because he hasn’t heard from Eridan in quite a while, and he was missing their fights. Don’t imagine Eridan pouring his heart out to Sollux, thinking it’s Karkat, talking about how he can’t take being alone like this anymore, and how nobody has talked to him for two months and how Feferi thought all those issues he struggles with so much were silly.

Don’t imagine Sollux sitting there horrified, not knowing what to do, since he has no social skills.

Don’t imagine Eridan ending with, “Kar, I need help, I can’t be alone like this anymore. Please.”

Don’t imagine Sollux staying quiet, since he doesn’t want Eridan to know he just heard everything, that and that he doesn’t know what to say. 

Don’t imagine Eridan assuming ‘Karkat’ staying silent means that he was annoyed by him, or that he agrees with Feferi and feels Eridan is a burden.

Don’t imagine Eridan ending the call with ‘I’m sorry.”

You really shouldn’t imagine any of that, it sounds quite sad. 

thenonehater  asked:

Have anymore yoga headcanons for Black Hat ? 'Cuase I feel he'd o er hear these moms talk about their hyperactive teenagers and be like ' Bro you too ? This girl be cray cray' Hence Black Hat learning what ADHD is and how to handle dementia better.

JKFSDKJLFDSJKLF YOGA MOM BLACK HAT #CONFIRMED

  • Just a disclaimer: I don’t really know that much about ADHD, so i’m just (going with what some of the websites i’m looking at have told me, sorry if any of this is inaccurate!! I’ll do my best;; )
  • Black Hat walks in one morning, sets down his mat and starts stretching out a little getting ready before instruction begins.
  • (let’s see how many generic white suburban mom names i can come up with)
  • Karen sits down next to him. “morning Mr. Trueba” “I told you, just Esteban is fine.”
  • (Flug was the nerd who came up with BH’s fake identity kudos if you get the reference)
  • “Hey Chloe!” “Hey Karen, hey Esteban!” “….Hi.” Black Hat has very reluctantly been inducted into the Circle of Moms. More and more of them show up; they all chat amongst themselves while stretching. BH keeps to himself mostly but nods along with what they say. everyone thinks he’s just shy
  • in reality he’s taking careful mental notes on the conversation. To improve his human disguise, ofc. thats TOTALLY the reason why he “politely” asks Samantha to tell him how she makes her workout smoothie. He doesn’t care about human food recipes what no shut up–
  • “Oh! And Alex is finally following the house rules we set up.” “Really? That’s fantastic Mary!” Black Hat perks up. This sounds interesting
  • “I wish I could make Owen listen to me like that. He’s always so hyperactive, I can’t ever get him to stay still.” “Have you tried more positivity, Rachel? Like, instead of saying what not to do, you say what he did that you liked?” “Actually, no. You really think that will work, Wendy?”
  • “Excuse me” Black Hat fucking interrupts. “you mean your kids are also over-energetic nightmares?” “Esteban, you have kids???” “…..Sure.”
  • he basically starts listing off Dementia’s characteristics and all the moms start sagely nodding. one of them tells him that she could have ADD or ADHD and he goes “There’s a fucking NAME??”
  • “Have you taken her to see a doctor?” “uh. i know a doctor.”
  • “And she’s always running around like that?” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting a leash, do people make those?” “UM. NO.”
  • black hat ends up taking notes on what they’re saying and bringing them back to flug, who spends the better part of an hour explaining that no, he’s not that kind of doctor–
  • BH ends up getting a lot of tips on how to treat Dementia and its like a switch flips. She suddenly seems to listen more, its a goddamn miracle. (Oh the magic of not yelling angrily to get what you want)
  • He gives quiet, short warnings instead of loud angry threats, and they’re even more effective! And still mildly horrifying!
  • Flug is amazed when he sees BH give Dementia short, clear instructions, asks her to repeat them back, and that she actually goes out and does whatever it is, with only minimal property damage! so proud

i didnt know if i should write anything about fidget spinners or not so im just gonna leave it there haha

She decided a long time ago she didn’t want to be a careful person, that she didn’t want to live her life constantly worrying about what other people thought of her. Of course she does worry, she does nothing but worry, and all her lack of care amounts to is that she offends people constantly and tests them with her inappropriateness and expects them to love her for it.

Mary Miller, from “Instructions,” Always Happy Hour: Stories

Leave a Message: Chapter 2 - When I Think About You...

Summary: Betty and Jughead continue to listen the the many messages she left on his phone while she was drunk. 

Words: 2,219

Warnings: Smutty goodness. 

A/N: I’m super tired and half drunk so there are probably errors. Please forgive me. 

You can find chapter one here or on AO3.


Betty, Veronica and Cheryl laid on the beach in their bikinis as they watched Jughead surf.

“So, you left a whole bunch of messages on his phone expressing how much you like him and he likes you back?” Veronica asked, adjusting her navy blue bathing suit top.

Betty nodded sipping a cider. “Yeah, he said he’s liked me since ninth grade but he just never did anything about it.”

“He probably thought you were still into Archie or that you were in love with Craig or whatever. No matter what, he hid his feelings well.” Veronica remarked.

“Uh, no he fucking didn’t.” Cheryl piped up. “He acted like you hung the moon. He’d show me your tweets and Instagrams and talk about how funny you are.” Cheryl sat up and looked at Betty, her breasts almost busting out of her red bikini. “Babe, you’re a lot of things but you are not funny.”

“I’m funny.” Betty muttered, looking towards the ocean watching Jughead wipe out and his head appear above water a few seconds later.

“What I’m trying to say is I’m glad that you two are doing whatever it is you two are doing.” Veronica beamed. “You both deserve to be happy.”

“I’m just trying not to get ahead of myself.” Betty tried her best to hide her excitement as she watched Jughead run out of the water. His surf board was tucked under arm as he shook the water from his raven coloured hair before running his hand through it, slicking it back. For a moment he looked towards the sun, closing his eyes as the droplets of water reflected light. She couldn’t believe how much he had filled out, how broad his shoulders were, how lean and generally sexy he had become.

And for some reason, he had chosen her.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where you are the new girl at black jack pizza and Eric finds you extremely sexy and he asks you to get high in the restroom and yall end up having sex

Have it my hungry children and again you are wearing a skirt with easy access lol I’m just too lazy for trousers

Warnings: a little bit of degrading? there might have slipped one little ‘daddy’ but it’s not really daddy kink 


“Have fun!”

“I won’t.”

You muttered at your mother as she dropped you off at Blackjack Pizza. Your parents had always spoiled you but at the end of the school year your father had insisted that you’d get a summer job and now you were here. This was your first workday. You sighed a bit annoyed while you went up to the door and entered.

You had talked to that guy, Jason was his name, who did the job interview with you and he had only given you the date of your first workday. Just that you should come here, you had recieved no other instructions on what to wear or what your task would be. You felt a little bit unsure but just walked in, it was still early so there were no customers but only employees that prepared everything. You looked around shortly before you spotted someone at the counter. It was a tall boy with blonde hair, standing with his back turned to you. You cleared your throat, feeling a little bit uncomfortable and he turned around.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).”

You said while you looked at him. He had unusual features to be honest, not unattractive but just unusal. His blonde hair fell in slightly curled waves almost down to his shoulders and he wore a strangely formed ear ring on his left ear but it looked cool somehow.

“(Y/N)? Jason told me that you’d come today. Hey, I’m Dylan.”

He reached out his hand and you shook it, looking around. You had no idea where to go or where to start, what was your position here?

“Okay Dylan, can I be honest? I have no clue what I have to do here. I never even had a summer job.”

You said, feeling a little nervous and being a bit afraid that you’d leave a bad first impression but he just laughed slightly.

“Don’t worry. My friend and I didn’t know it either when we started working here but I’ll show you. It’ll quickly become routine.”

He assured you and you were relieved to say the least that your coworkers were obviously not so stuck up but rather cool. Dylan showed you everything and informed you that you mostly only had to clean up, clear tables and make the pizza toppings. It sounded boring but it was better than hard work, wasn’t it?

After that short tour, Dylan immediately instructed you to store a delivery of groceries that had just came in. You didn’t complain like you wanted to but just started, wishing you would have chosen different clothes for your first work day than a skirt. This really did not come in handy. But Jason had said that he still had to order your uniform so you had to wear private clothing for the next days still.

You sighed as you stocked packet after packet in the pantry. You really wished your father hadn’t forced you to get a summer job. There was nothing good about a summer job, what could be considered good working during summer?

“What’s up V?”

You heard a voice coming from outside and wanted to look but the door to the restaurant wasn’t opened enough for you to see and you should probably finish this first before going outside again.

“You’re not doing the afternoon shift?”

“Nah man, I already took the morning shift, you assigned me Eric, don’t you remember? You, Michelle and (Y/N) are alone until afternoon. Michelle will come in a few minutes but I will maybe cover her evening shift tonight.”

“Who the fuck is (Y/N)?”

You heard the stranger’s voice ask and felt a little bit uncomfortable. Should you burst out of the room and introduce yourself? No one had ever educated you on how work life ran, dammit.

“She’s the new one.”

You heard Dylan say and could spot him through the crack, taking off his Blackjack Pizza t-shirt to reveal a normal one underneath.

“I showed her everything for now, just don’t be too hard on her.”

Oh great. Now Dylan was leaving and you still had no idea if it was appropriate to step outside or finish your task first. You heard Dylan yelling bye and as the bell on the door rang when he left. You were alone with the stranger. No worries, no worries. You could totally manage that. You bowed down to pick up the last packet with groceries next to the door as you screeched and jumped up upon seeing two feet next to the packet.

“I’‘m Eric.”

The boy in front of you said with a cheeky smile, not even bothering that you had almost just gotten a heart attack. You looked at him, he was a little bit smaller than Dylan but still taller than you. He wore a black cap, turned backwards and overall black.

“I’m (Y/N).”

You stuttered and placed the packet on the shelf to your right.

“Do you always wear that to work (Y/N)?”

Eric asked and pointed at your skirt. You quickly shook your head.

“No but it’s hot and I didn’t know what to wear to be honest. Jason said he’d get me my uniform by the end of this week.”

You tried to justify yourself.

“That wasn’t meant as a complaint though.”

He said and winked at you before he turned around and left, likely to change. You blushed. Oh boy, your coworkers weren’t tensed up at all. A little bit later a girl arrived who introduced herself as ‘Michelle’, she seemed a little bit shy but quite nice and Eric also came back in his uniform.

“Hey (Y/N), do you wanna have some fun?”

You looked at him, a bit confused but damn every word leaving this guy’s mouth caused something inside of you. You raised one eyebrow and Eric grinned while he pulled a neatly rolled joint out of his pocket. You grinned and nodded and Eric quickly turned to Michelle.

“We’re going outside for a sec you got this.”

You followed him out of the restaurant and were surprised as he lead you to the bathroom, holding the door open for you and locking it with a key from the inside.

“Ladies first.”

He said, handing you the joint and you took it with a smile.

“If someone would have told me that my work includes smoking a joint in the bathroom then I would have worked her much earlier.”

You joked and took the first drag before handing it back to him, watching as Eric did the same. It was some good weed, wherever he got it from, you had to make sure to ask him for the source later.

“I assigned you the morning shifts for this week.”

Eric said after taking another drag and you sighed.

“So you’re the shift manager? Great, I love standing up early.”

You answered, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You can ask me to change them.”

Eric said with a smirk and gave you the joint again while leaning back against the wall, letting the smoke out through his nose. You took another drag, slowly feeling as it began to work.

“You can bet your ass I will.”

“Oh yeah, but if you want to have a shift change you better get in with me.”

He said and you smiled, handing him the joint, so small by now that only one drag was left.

“Oh is that so? And how do I get in with you?”

Eric grinned while he threw the stub of the joint in the sink and came closer to you until he was barely a few inches away.

“Well, there certainly is a way for girls to get in with me.”

He whispered and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips.

“Enlighten me.”

You said with a cheeky smile and immediately put your arms around his neck as his lips crushed against yours, pulling his cap off to run your fingers through his hair. Your first workday was running pretty smoothly, you couldn’t complain at all. Making out in the bathroom with the shift manager that you had just met a few hours ago, your mother would be proud.

“Am I doing well at earning my shift change?”

You asked as he kissed down your neck, while his hands sneaked under your skirt and up your thighs. Eric hummed approving.

“You’re doing freaking great, baby.”

He said and you felt his hand sliding over your  hip and to your back to grab your ass.

“Such a little slut, wearing practically nothing to work.”

“That’s not nothing-”

You started to protest but were quickly silenced as Eric grabbed your chin and pushed his thumb inside of your mouth.

“Do me a favour and only speak when you’re directly spoken too, alright?”

You nodded and stood silently as Eric’s gaze dropped to your mouth enveloping his thumb. He seemed to get an idea as he pulled it out and pushed it in again before grinning.

“Now, I do appreciate a girl that knows her place.”

He said and you understood in a heartbeat. You slid down against the wall, ending up to kneel in front of him, waiting for anything he would tell you to do.

“Aren’t you a smart one? Obeying without me commanding.”

Eric said as he unbuckled his belt and you placed your hands on his thighs, impatiently waiting. You watched as he dragged his zipper down, agonizingly slowly and pulled himself out. You began to shift around, silently begging to touch him.

“Go ahead.”

Eric said with a grin and you wrapped your hands around his length, kissing his tip hesitantly before you took him into your mouth. You were sure that Eric was one of them guys that wouldn’t let the girls suck them off in peace but rather fuck into their mouths but he didn’t. Whatever it was, if he wasn’t one of them or just had mercy with you at this moment, he didn’t. He just watched you intensly as you sucked him off, choking a little bit.

“Take it easy kiddo.”

One of his hands tightened in your hair to guide your pace while the other stroked over your cheek.

“You’re doing well.”

Eric groaned and you had to confess that you had never before enjoyed a blowjob this much and therefor whimpered when he pulled you off of him, earning a chuckle.

“Turn around.”

Eric ordered and when you didn’t comply immediately spun you around and pushed you against the wall, your skirt got raised and your panties were pulled down, pooling around your ankles. Eric kicked your legs further apart and smiled against your neck as he pushed you into the wall.

“You are a lovely sight right now if you care to know.”

He said and you couldn’t even brace yourself, moaning loudly as he thrust into you all of a sudden. Eric stroked a few strains of your hair away to kiss at your neck.

“I know baby, feels good doesn’t it?”

He growled, resting inside of you, not thrusting but just softly grinding against you for that moment, letting you both enjoy his cock being so deep inside of you. You whimpered in pleasure.

“Sh, sh, sh, daddy knows.”

He pulled out and thrusted back inside of you, making you moan again.

“Now that is better, isn’t it?”

Eric asked and began to increase his pace, thrusting inside of you and pulled at your hip, encouraging you to push back against him.

“Oh yes, you’re doing good on your first workday.”

He hissed. You moaned louder at both the praise and the feeling of his cock rubbing deliciously against your inner walls. You couldn’t resist and dropped your hand between your legs to touch yourself.

“No way.”

Eric chuckled and pulled your hand away, pressing it against the wall next to your face.

“You won’t touch yourself unless I say so.”

He growled again, sounding quite possessive and increased in pace. You were helplessly trapped between his body and the wall, begging him to give you that last bit of friction that you’d need to cum. Pleas left your mouth, incoherent words and Eric seemed amused at the fact that he was the one making you do this, fucking you so good that your brain seemed to fail.

“Do it then.”

He finally panted and let go of your wrist, allowing you to touch yourself and that was literally what it needed, only one touch, a little flick against your clit and you whimpered and moaned as you came. Eric pushed deeply inside of you and bit into your shoulder as you felt him coming inside of you. This had certainly not been the plan but you couldn’t care less at this moment, still contracting around him. He groaned behind you and dug his fingers into your hips, grinding against you.

“That was fucking nice.”

He said and kissed your shoulder where a mark of his bite slowly formed. Eric pulled out of you and quickly tucked himself away before he pulled up your panties and smacked your ass so hard that you winced.

“You better not wear something this short again.”

Eric whispered huskily into your ear. Eitherway he was still very much lost in the situation or he was always like that but you couldn’t care less. You didn’t turn around until you heard him unlocking the door and leaving.

Your legs were still shaky as you fixed your clothing and walked out of the bathroom, running into Dylan who arrived for his shift.

“Hey, how is your first work day going so far?”

Dylan asked with a smile, seeming genuinely interested. You pulled your skirt a little further down and ran your fingers through your hair as you were still trying to catch your breath.

“Better than I could have ever imagined.”

You replied out of breath and with wobbly legs walked back to the counter, Dylan’s confused gaze following you. You would make sure to wear something shorter tomorrow, presuming Eric had shift.

Banal Summer Days - Two

You didn’t want to spend your summer vacation confined to a classroom, but with no other option and bored beyond belief, you began writing notes on your desk. You should’ve known someone would write back.

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Reader
Author’s Note: Nothing but a light-hearted story.

Bucky Barnes may have a lot of muscle, a lot of brains, and a lot of common sense, but nothing eluded him more than math. All math, not just calculus, the course he’s forced himself to retake. Although it hurt his pride, and bruised his ego, he took the news of his failure with the severity of an old man, and not the whiny little child he desperately wished to unleash.

The most upsetting part however wasn’t failing, but enduring the class alone without any familiar faces with him. He had absolutely no one to talk to or to consult with, and no choice but to stare at the cursed numbers and letters that taunted him.

With a grim face, he hauled open the heavy doors to the lecture hall, and grudgingly forced himself to walk in. He ignored the audible gasps from the girls, and neglected to stare down the envious guys glaring daggers into the side of his head while he trekked up the steep stairs. 

He paused to survey the middle rows, before spotting the one he sat at the day before. A small soft chuckle escaped his lips as he rushed to claim the vacant spot. He spent a whole two hours yesterday replying to a funny message scrawled on his desk, and he was curious to see if it was still there or wiped clean by a janitor. 

As he got closer his hopeful chuckle shifted into a laugh upon the confirmation that it was indeed there. He set his bag down and traced his words, smirking at the sight of a brand the sentence right under them. 

Thanks, yours is too. I’m impressed, even if you are a show off.

He wasn’t sure if he’d get a reply. After all his response was just an opportunity to curve his boredom, but that didn’t stop him from crafting an answer that’d deliberately leave a chance for conversation.

He carefully settled into his chair, wincing at the squeak it produced, then he pulled out a mechanical pencil. His hand hovered over the glistening wood, and then he frowned. ‘Not enough space…’ he thought.

He twisted in his seat and grabbed a sheet of paper from his folder.

He bit his lip, and wrote what he wanted to convey carefully. Then with a perfectionist mentality, he folded it neatly and placed it between the crook of wood and metal under the desk. 

He pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of the silly graphics littering the desk before erasing them clean. He ran his thumb over the lead smudges left behind until the desk gleamed. 

Satisfied, he penned a short instruction in the left top corner.

Check underneath, I folded a piece of paper.

He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. How would you react? What would you think? Would you even sit there tomorrow? He hoped so. For the first time in two months he had something to enjoy and potentially even look forward to.


tbc

She's Like The Wind - Part Ten

Summary: You have been blind for over 10 years. During the apocalypse, you use your utmost strength in order to survive while also fending off your mixed feelings for the big bad leader of your community, the Sanctuary.

Pairings: Negan x Blind Reader

Warnings: language. violence.


You awoke the morning of the run filled with excitement. A large smile graced your face as soon as you woke up. You hurriedly rushed out of bed, and changed your clothes. Even though you were excited to be going on this run, you had a lingering fear that Negan would find out about your lie before you even left. You knew that it was a bad idea, but you didn’t want to face him to actually ask, and you weren’t positive if he would have even said yes.

After you had gotten changed, you sat back down on your bed to strap on your boots. As you were lacing up your right boot, you heard footsteps approach from down the hall, followed by a knock on your door. Your actions instantly froze, and you found yourself assuming that it was Negan. You figured that he had found out about your lie, and now you would be forced to face him. You held your breath as your door opened, and let out the breath when you heard Jesse’s voice.

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The Cute Guy from the Daily Planet

@lady-of-fandoms: Could you do something where Krypto somehow keeps finding the reader, and Clark is never far behind, and its all silly and cute, but…
Genre: Fluff.
Words: 1,375

           "Oh! Hello again,“ There’s a white dog that always seems to follow you when you pass the Daily Planet. You rub under his muzzle and his tongue hangs out, "Alright, you little mutt,” he wags his tail at you as you tease him. You finally have the time to take a look at his red collar, “What’s your name?”

           You find a Superman tag tucked into his collar. You turn it around and read the words, “Please return to.. Clark Kent.”

           "Yes?“

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can i just say how many of the men here are wearing jeans or shorts despite the jury instructions clearly stating absolutely no jeans or shorts

the women on the other hand have all followed the dress code

Bathtime headcanons - Ignis and s/o

If Ignis had his way then there would always be a bath available to soak in and time to enjoy it. He loves sinking into a tub of piping hot water and submerging up to his nose, feeling the day’s stress and tension slowly bleed from his muscles. That’s not to say that he’ll mind if you join him, but sometimes it’s best to let him unwind on his own. Do be sure to pop your head in every so often, though, because it’s not uncommon for him to doze off in there.

At home Ignis will bring out the scented candles and the bath salts, and joining him will result in his hands mapping along your torso under the water. He won’t mean for this to be sexual, and it usually won’t change the mood to anything of the sort, but rather he’ll be finding all the tension areas and taking note of them for later. He’ll encourage you to lean back against him and rest your head on his shoulder, encourage you to just bask in the heat and relax until you are the drowsy one. When the water is just the wrong side of lukewarm he’ll coax you out of the tub, dry you off, and lay you down on the bed where you’ll be treated to a massage that’ll work out what knotted muscles didn’t ease in the bath. You’ll be putty under his hands, and treated to a rare shy smile if you peek over your shoulder at him. Nothing quite matches caring for his lover.

If you surprise him one night and give him a massage instead, he’ll be a boneless sprawl across the bed in no time because this man carries a lot of tension, to the point he does sometimes forget what it feels like without it. Be warned that the first couple of moans you coax out of him will carry an edge of pain to them, but if you keep working at his muscles they’ll eventually be content little sounds muffled against a forearm. He can, and oftentimes will, fall asleep in whatever position he’s arranged himself in for the massage.

If baths are for relaxing, then showers are for cleaning. He prefers to be in and out of a shower, fresh and clean, as soon as possible, but that doesn’t mean he won’t still be an affectionate little shit if given the chance. He’ll only interfere with your own bathing routine at one particular stage, and that’s to wash your hair. Doesn’t matter if it’s long or short, you’ll be instructed to turn around while he works shampoo through it, and when he’s satisfied with his work he’ll draw you back against his body so he can leave kisses on your neck and shoulders. It’s not quite the same as kissing in the rain, but it has its own special appeal, wouldn’t you agree?

Infinity (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Originally posted by enochianess

Prompt: Could you do an story with Seb and the reader expecting during Infinity War press or filming and she needs help walking around since she’s pretty far along and so when Seb can’t help her (which he hates to leave her) the other guys help out. Then like she go into labor or something and they have to run around to find him??? Please and thank you :)

A/N: BABIES. BABIES EVERYWHERE. Note- I have never given birth to a child. However, I know it’s a very painful experience. So yeah. I hope you enjoy more Sebastian + baby fluff. I’ve got a lot of it in my inbox right now and I’m going to keep trucking through it. Thanks to @soulfull-ofevans for the prompt!

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Playtime (M)


**GIF NOT MINE

Requested by: Anon :D  I hope you’ll like this <3

Characters: Bambam (GOT7), You (Reader/OC)

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warning/s: Virgin, Playful sex :p

Length: 2390 words

Plot:   You are best friends with Bambam and he invited you to come over the dorms to play his newly bought video game. When the two of you started to play the game, something in him sparked and he felt so aroused, so he decided to play a different game with you instead.

A/N This is going to be different from the other smut fics that I’ve written before (maybe because it is Bambam hahaha that fluffy little muffin) so if you are expecting something kinky or dom levels – this is not for yah – also got no time to proofread so I apologize for any mistakes.

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“THE WALKING DEAD MICHONNE?  Are you effin’ serious Bammie?”  You yelled over the phone as you grabbed the towel from the bedside table.

“Yes, __________.  You heard me right.  I got it!” Bambam giggled over the phone and you whined.

“Can I come over?  Do not play that video game without me Bammie I am so gonna kill you!”  You shouted as you pick up clothes from your closet – ready to leave the house once Bambam says yes.

“The hyungs and Yugy are not here – so you can definitely come over and let’s play this video game together!”  He approves and you smiled widely.

“Alright, give me 20 minutes; I’ll be right there, okay?”  You said and you hang up the phone before he can even respond.  You are waaaay too excited because you are a huge fan of the Walking Dead and you are more than happy to know that your best friend has it already and you two can play it.

You wore your favorite denim shorts and a white tee – your usual get up.  You didn’t dare to put any more make up since it’s just Bambam who would see you any way.  You grabbed your sneakers from the shoe rack and once you had them on, you picked up your bag from the floor and sped out of the house.

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GOT7 Kinks Analysis

Anonymous requested:  Can you please do got7 kinks? ;)

Song suggestion while reading: Danger - Taemin


UGGHHH TAEMIN also I think I enjoyed writing this way too much…

~Admin S

Originally posted by jaebeom-s


JB - rough sex, angry sex, rough angry makeup sex, basically any type of sex where he’s pounding into you so hard for so long that you beg for mercy…. potentially shedding your clothes in the process

Bam!

You sucked in a sharp breath as Jaebum’s fists slammed against the wall behind you. His chest pressed against yours. His elbows dug into your biceps. He let out a low growl as he shifted his hands to your breasts, toying with the collar of your blouse and your cleavage. He harshly bit his lip as he began to tear the fabric of your blouse. It had never been one of your favorites anyway.

He needn’t say a word as his hands roamed your body.

Rip! Tear!

He made sharp tears in your clothing, causing your clothes to fall off of your body and leave scratches all over your body. How could you possibly resist when he had already ripped every last garment of clothing on your body, leaving you a jumbled mess begging for his touch.


Originally posted by gotsolucky

Jr. - Oh would you be in for a treat with him. The first few time the two of you had sex would be more casual, cautious, maybe even a bit timid, but as soon the two of you became comfortable around one another things would certainly take an interesting turn. He would start out subtle, casually incorporating dirty talk and hinting at you calling him daddy or master. Oh and if one day you took the bait, letting either of those names slip, oh honey, it would be downhill from there. He would no longer hold back. Choking, rope, hand cuffs, making you beg, making you orgasm until you passed out, you name it. Nothing was out of the question.

“Ahhh-hh-h” You brokenly gasped. “Jr-J-Maste-”You cut off not finishing that thought aloud. Jr. abruptly stopped thrusting, causing you to whimper. He removed his hand from around your neck, ceasing to lightly choke you. He placed his forearms on the mattress and leaning his face in towards yours until he was merely inches away.

“What were you about to call me?” His voice was harsh. His eyes were black. You hesitated before finally answering, your voice barely coming out above a whisper.

“Ma-master…” A as sly smile spread across all of his features, a devilish glint appearing in his eyes. Now placing both hands around your neck instead of just one, he pounded into you until there were nearly tears in your eyes,showing you a side to him that you had never quite seen before.


Originally posted by markjin

Mark - Quiet as he may be… the quiet one always have something to hide. For Mark it seems blindfolds would be his type of style. He doesn;t seem to be the type to be overly into bondage or daddy, nothing too over the top, but he is most definitely a dom. Using a blindfold on you would create a sense of desperation, longing, attachment, ahhh and boy would that drive him crazy.

All you could see was black. All you could see was black except for a small border of light shining through at the very edges of where the blindfold ended. You had been laying on the mattress completely naked for almost three minutes now. You had no idea where Mark was. You had no idea what he planned to do. All you knew was that you wanted, no needed him to touch you and soon.

Your wish was soon granted as you felt a tongue swirl around your left nipple. He grazed his thumb over the other. You knew he was smiling. You knew his was smirking. 

And then he removed his hands completely and you squirmed on the mattress unsure just how long you could hold out on his tease.


Originally posted by i-got7s

Jackson - Now Jackson, he’s a quirky little bastard. While he constantly demands attention, he also has a certain obscurity and adventurousness to him. Experimentation, especially involving various positions would be a certainty.

“Turn.” Sitting up you started to raise up slightly, getting off so you could turn like he had instructed. Only Jackson roughly grabbed onto your waist, forcing you all the way back down on him. You groaned out as your hips clashed against his once more.

“Stay on, but turn.” You grinned at his short very vague instructions, still you knew exactly what he meant. Keeping yourself warped around his pulsating member, you twisted from your face to face straddling position to you now facing his feet, your ass high in the air. He began to pulse even harder as you slowly twisted around, tightening slightly as you did so.

You shut your eyes sinking into the new position as he thrusted upwards into you even harder.


Originally posted by markjin

Youngjae - As we all know Youngjae is a complete cinnamon roll. He is to pure for this world… that however doesn’t mean he’s innocent though. Youngjae would be the type to go for passionate romantic sex. Dim lights, soft romantic music playing in the background, candles, but above all else he would want to make you feels special, feel loved, feel like you were the most beautiful girl in the entire world.

He stared deep into your eyes, deep into your soul. With every thrust, you could feel yourself growing more and more attached to him. Soft moans escaped your lips contrasting the quiet orchestral track playing in the background. You moans slowly became more frequent, shorter, louder. You could tell you were getting close.

“You’re beautiful, Y/n” He whispered sending you to your climax…and for once you felt it too.


Originally posted by defsouljb

BamBam - How cocky he is… While BamBam definitely carries himself confidently and may appear to be the type of person who would like to be in control or on top, it’s more of an act. Now he wouldn’t be the type to be completely out of control, but he would definitely enjoy you being on top while he controlled you from the bottom. It would give him just enough control to be satisfied while also providing a great view from below.

Your breathing was heavy and you were panting. Jolts of pleasure shot through you as pressed your hands against BamBam’s chest, holding yourself steady as he continued  to thrust upward into you.

You shrieked out as he hit your g-spot dead on. You were having difficulty holding yourself steady. Your pinched your legs together, unable to contain the pleasure coiling up inside of you. Feeling yourself reach an extended extreme high, falling back down in extended spurts, you collapsed against his chest. He only lightly chuckled as you deeply sighed.


Originally posted by busanplayboy

Yugyeom - Bottom. You on top, him on the bottom. It’s as simple as that. Oh the way you grind your hips, the way you swirled them around his throbbing member, all while he had absolutely no control over the situation, it would drive him mad.

He always had had a thing for your more dominant side. Whenever you two went to scary movies or haunted houses, he would always blush as you held his hand tightly whispering sweet nothings every time he would jump. Now most of the time he wasn’t particularly scared, at least not over the top, still he couldn’t help pretending to be, especially if it caused you to take control.

“Jagiiiiii….” Yugyeom whinned out as you continued to tease his tip. You were straddling Yugyeom, Sliding just his tip up and down your tip. He let out another whiny groan as you slid him inside of you about an inch before pulling him out all the way again.

“What? I thought you liked it when I took control….” Groaning even more loudly than before his nails dug into the mattress sheets, further enduring the tease, accepting his fate.

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Shrimp Chow Mein 

honestly, this was a recipe that I threw together tonight because I had a craving for Chinese food but no real desire to order take out. I purchased the chow mein noodles from World Market for $1.79 – very cheap for a large amount. I cooked the noodles just 2 minutes short of the package instructions because I later transferred them to the pot with the vegetables and shrimp. 

I made a noodle sauce by mixing together flavors that I knew would work well with this flavor profile. I was looking for something bold and savory. I mixed soy sauce, hoisin sauce, Sambal (chili garlic paste), and brown sugar to cut the saltiness of the soy and hoisin sauces. the sauce was thick and I did not want a syrup consistency covering my noodles so I thinned it out with water. and I adjusted to my taste. I like a very subtle sweetness to my chow and lo mein noodles. 

when I make this again, I will be sure to write and post the full recipe. 

until then, have fun with flavors and freestyle this!

*can be made vegan or vegetarian by omitting the shrimp and honey

enjoy! 

Caged [6]

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2517 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Comments: I’m so hyped for whatever is coming at us tonight guys.

Part 5  Part 7

The office had a big panorama window, but the blinds were halfway down to keep the bright October sun from bleaching out the old, heavy oak table in the middle of the roam. A single leather chair with a tall backrest was on the window side of the table; two lower but comfortable-looking armchairs on the other. All the walls were occupied by file cabinets and bookshelves filled with law books and encyclopedias. Not a single piece of art was on the wall and not one photo decorated the desk. The owner of this office clearly did not feel the need to impress – or give anything about his private life away.

Taehyung glanced at the lanky man who had come to greet him at the receptionists’ desk and introduced himself as Kang Sungho before leading him into this office. He looked smart and his suit was well-tailored, the black frame of his glasses bearing a high-end designer name. Taehyung would have believed that this was the lawyer he had come to talk to, if not for the fact that nothing about his demeanor made it look like he was in charge of anything. After obtaining the documents he had been asked to steal – messenger, full payment up front, no questions asked – he had received a short call instructing him to come to this law firm and ask for Mr. Kang. Now, Taehyung realized that that was most likely not who he had come here to talk to.

“Please sit down,” Mr. Kang said and motioned exaggeratedly towards the armchairs. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Green tea,” Taehyung replied with a smile that made Mr. Kang clear his throat.

“Coming right up.”

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Can’t Buy Love, Chapter Two

Dan x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, romance, and lots of smut.

Enjoy! -Meg x


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Surprisingly, getting the interview to be Mr. Howell’s maid was pretty easy. When she called the number on the card- as Mabel told her- a kind sounding woman named Gale answered the phone. The call was short and sweet- Gale instructed her to write down their address and to be there at promptly 4pm the following day, wearing interview-appropriate clothes. “Mabel was a loyal and kind soul. It’s a shame to see her go, but if she trusts you enough to direct you to us- I’m sure you’ll do just fine”

Y/N didn’t mention that she just met Mabel practically an hour prior, and she knew better than to ask Mabel or Gale exactly why she quit. But hey- a job was a job. 

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