shut up and this is how we do hits

Dear Fellow Guys....stop hitting on women at work. Let me explain.

So i work as your friendly underpaid barista and currently we’re having problems with one of our regulars hitting on our women staff members. The first woman he hit one, he wrote a note to her….as in elementary school note passing. Now of course, she’s at work and the model in f&b and retail is that you do everything in your power not to piss off the guest.

So in hopes of not causing a scene, she kindly wrote on the note that she appreciate the interest but she’s a lesbian. Now, 1) she shouldn’t have to out herself to a complete stranger all to avoid a bad yelp review. 2) She shouldn’t be forced into a situation where she has to entertain a guests unwanted attentions to avoid at the least, a negative review on yelp. 

So once she passes this dude the note, he then starts jokingly exclaiming “I always fall for lesbians” in the middle of our cozy cafe, effectively outing her to anyone within earshot. Now my co-worker isn’t closeted, she’s out and proud etc, etc. However, that doesn’t give someone else the right to disclose her sexuality without her permission, and especially not after he effectively coerced her into outing herself in order to avoid his come-ons.  

Another one of our regular guests, hits on one of our baristas on a regular basis. No matter how much she casually brings up her boyfriend. It’s gotten so bad that I’ve had to literally stand in front of her so he can’t force eye-contact with her (Naturally we do this kind of thing in a low-key manner so that we don’t actively piss off guest and thus put our jobs at risk).

I’ve had to actively shut down people on behalf of my women co-workers (Nah dude, she’s seeing someone. She’s not interested in that sort of thing. Dude, chill out.) because they simply can’t understand the fact that they are at their jobs and simply just want to get their jobs done and go home. Stop taking advantage of the unequal power dynamics to force her to engage you. She’s seem nice? Of course she is, her job revolves around being nice. She seemed into you? No, I can promise she’s not, she’s doing her job and told me five minutes ago how you were clearly staring down her chest. 

“But how am I supposed to let her no I’m interested in her?” you might say. My answer, that’s not my fucking concern. There are plenty of opportunities to meet people in this world that don’t revolve around you forcing them into an uncomfortable position while they’re literally trying to earn a living. Not every person your interested in obligated to entertain that interest. 

Simply put, stop being goddam creepers and let people do their goddamn jobs. 

BRACELET

Imagine starts at 55 seconds.

And thank you so much for 1000+ notes!


“You guys having fun?”

The thousands of cheers from around the sold out stadium echoes through the cool night, every single one directed towards Justin. It’s kind of crazy to think about it - that people literally spend hundreds of dollars just to see him from what probably is a shitty seat at the back of an arena, but at the same time its flattering, and by now I bet his rather used to it.

“I don’t know if you guys heard me, Are you guys having fun tonight?!” He repeats into the mic, fiddling with the gold chain bracelet around his hand.

Once again the stadium filled with screams and cheers from the beliebers, this time twice as loud. I watch as Justin let his eyes drift over to the side of the arena, and decides to yell “Top row, you guys having up there?!” And they continue to cheer.

Then the other side, “What about this side, you guys having fun up there?!”

A small smile fell onto his face as he leans back and removes the gum from his mouth muttering, “Alright, as long as were having fun. Just livin’ the moment.”

Then continues to move forward and lightly strum the first notes to Cold Water. A second later his hand moves back to his mouth, placing the gum he removed earlier back inside. I can’t help but roll my eyes at my boyfriends indecisiveness. Once more he continues to strum the guitar before for the third time, removing his hand and looking down onto the chain.

“This damn bracelet is annoying.”

Suddenly moving his wrist towards the guitar and using his bracelet to tap the strings while saying, “You see all this noise, I don’t like that noise. It sounds wrong. I’m not diggin’ it.”

I can’t help but smile. Its so cute when he just speaks his mind, and I can tell the crowd feels the same since I do notice a few people chuckling up the front.

Turning towards the wings of the stage, where Scooter, I and the backstage crew are all standing, he jokingly adds, “See Y/N this is your fault - Giving me this bracelet.”

After fumbling around with it for a while trying to remove it, he grumbles “Stupid bitch.” Under his breath, causing not only me but the crowd to laugh. “One second guys.” He announces.

While still attempting to take off the bracelet I bought him for our 3 year anniversary, he decides to make a witty joke, beginning it with, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

The crowd actually responded with a whole lot of “Why’s?” And justin immediately respondes with “He wanted to get to the other side.”

A small smile cracks his lips as the crowd chuckles at his terrible joke and even chose to acknowledge how dumb it was by adding, “That was stupid.” then adds “but it was funny.”

Finally giving up, his head shoots up to look around the crowd asking “Does someone wanna come help me get this off my wrist?”

Girls from the crowd shoot up and cheer immediately with there hands in the air. As for Justin who is still sitting and waiting for someone come to his rescue. Scooter waists no time in suddenly beginning to push on my back, motioning me forward.

“What?”

“Go help him.” He demands with a smirk.

“What?!” My eyes trail down my body, instinctively cringing at my purpose sweatpants and staff hoodie I chose to wear. I looked terrible. “Nah-ah. No way.”

“Who cares about what your wearing, go help him!” He chuckles.

“I care! Plus I don’t wanna just walk out on stage! That’s scary.” I pout but scooter shows no remorse.

“Just go!” He puts his arms on my shoulders and pushes me out onto the stage. This time, I can’t turn back because by the way every one in the crowd has heightened there screams, they’ve definitely seen me.

I sigh and mentally note ‘there no turning back now’ before jogging forward over to the seat Justin was seated on by the edge. Justin’s eyes trail around the stage, looking for the reason the screams in the crowd have increased, and once seeing me making my way over, smiles and extends a hand for me to grab.

I don’t hesitate to reach for his gesture and quickly dash over to remove this bracelet as fast as I can so I can get off the stage as soon as possible. At first, Justin is no help at all. Instead, he begins rubbing my arm and trying to get me to sit and stay next to him. “Justin, stop fidgeting.” I laugh.

Justin shrugs his shoulders as if not having any idea what I was talking about before settling and begins cooperating with the process. This bracelet is so damn stubborn! But after some pull and tug, Justin says, “Pull it from this side.”

“Yeah, and you unclip it from over there.”

The crowd aw’s in affection at our teamwork.

As we work together and finally get the bracelet removed, I jump up in achievement and grab a hold of the bracelet myself. As I’m about to make my way back off stage, Justin grabs my arm and pulls me back pouting. “Stay.”

I chuckle nervously and take a glance at the screaming crowd in anticipation, finally turning back to Justin to shake my head.

“Oh c'mon!” He encourages, grabbing my hip and pulling me towards him. I fall onto the seat beside him, my back pressed against his side while his arm rest around my waist. “Have a little fun. I’ll sing you a nice sooong.” He coo’s as if I was a child. “give you a little kiiiss. We can cuddllle.”

“Shut up.” I chuckle to which Justin smiles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Meanwhile, the crowd has hit the fan, their cheers going wild in a frenzy of excitement. Justin places his arm around my shoulders while using his hand to hold the right notes on the guitar neck. His other hand strumming lightly at the body.

After commenting about how terribly the guitar is tuned, he finally begins singing Cold water in a soft, melodic tone.

“Everybody gets high sometimes you know…What else can we do when were feelin’ low? - C'mon sing it with me baby!”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm and decide to not ruin the song and just keep my mouth shut, but frozen with a smile.

“So I wanna lay with you told I’m old!” He sang, causing my to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Baby you sang it wrong.” I whispered into his side.

Still strumming the guitar, he looks over at me “Really? I did? Well then how does it go?”

“It goes, ’What else can we do when were feelin’ low? So take a deep breath and let it go -…” I quickly sing as Justin smirks.

I hadn’t realised that justin had actually moved the mic towards me, causing my voice to echo throughout the entire arena, the crowd cheering like crazy in the background while Justin smirked menacingly.

“Hey!” I pouted. “You stuffed the lyrics on purpose!”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Well, since you started it you gotta finish. C'mon baby lets go!”

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Patience -Tom Holland (smut)

A/N: I wrote smut and I’m not even sorry because I’m trash and this is garbage. In which Tom is your boyfriend but he is an impatient little shit. Tell me what you think. Enjoy!


You put your phone between your shoulder and your ear while putting on your shoes.
You heared him groan on the other end of the line and smiled to yourself.
“Come on Tom. I’m gonna be there in two days.”, you said and put your foot back down and took the phone into your hand.
“Yeah two days too long.”, he said and his voice was muffled.
“I know. I miss you too.”, you said while fixing your hair in the mirror.

“I’m home for two months and you’re not here. That’s not fair.”, he whined and you chuckled.
“You mean like how you are always away for promo and I’m home? Yeah buddy, been there, done that.”, you teased him and put him on speaker. You looked at your outfit and tried to fix your blouse but you were not statisfied.
It was quiet for a couple minutes and you only heared weird shuffling noises until he spoke up again.

“I miss you.”,he said but his voice was suddenly deeper and kind of breathy while you took off your blouse to put something else on.
You looked at your phone in disbelief and took it into your hands.
“Babe what are you doing?”, you asked now but it took him a few seconds to answer again.
“I really need you right now.”,he said and this time you could hear his belt being taken off.
“Thomas Stanly Holland! You promised me to wait until I come back.”,you scolded him and felt turned on immediatly. You could picture him how he was lying in bed rubbing his own cock over his jeans while listening to your voice. His eyes closed, head leaned into his neck exposing his throat. Thinking of you.

Your cheeks were burning and you felt a known wetness between your legs and got pissed.
“Tom I don’t have time for this right now! I need to go.”, you whined and pressed your legs together.
“Baby I just need to release the tension. I’m gonna explode otherwise.”, he says slightly moaning while doing it and you huff.
“I don’t like you getting off on your own.”,you complain. You like to be all over his mind when he comes. No place for other thoughts. Only you. You went to the drawer and pulled out a bright red lipstick. You put it on quickly and took off your bra. You shook your hair out and pulled it together on to one shoulder. You took a picture of yourself, the need of release rising in your own body, and sent it to him.

“I want you to look at the photo I sent you.”,you demanded and put your bra back on.
“Oh god!”,he moaned and you could hear how he pulled down his jeans.
“You’re gonna look at me while coming. Alright babe?”, you said into the phone while wiping away the lipstick and putting on the blouse. You didn’t have the nerve to pick something else. Thanks to Tom who left you all hot and bothered.
“I love you.”, you said and took your bag and your keys.
“Don’t hang up!”, he said desperatly and you chuckled triumphantly.
“I have to go now. And when I come back home we need to practice patience with you.”

“I love you too.”,he only managed to say and sounded chocked up. He wouldn’t last long. Knowing this you hung up and went out the door to go to your meeting.

The thing you didn’t tell Tom was that you’d be home earlier. You wanted to surprise him so you went into your apartment as silent as possible. You did not hear anything and wondered for a second if he was home at all. But walking towards your bedroom you heared his voice. His moaning.
You let everything fall out of your hands and stormed into the bedroom just to find him on your bed, fully naked while your picture from yesterday was on the big screen on the wall. He stopped in his movement and your mouth dropped.

“Shit. I’m starting to hallucinate.”, he cursed and pulled you out of your shock.
“Oh buddy you have no idea what you got yourself into.”,you said while taking off your clothes one by one and walking towards him.
You turned off the TV and stood at the end of the bed.
“Come here.”, you demanded and he sat up right infront of you.
“Two days in a row Holland? We will have a patience session right now.”, you told him and pulled down your panties. You sat down on his lap and put your hands on his cheeks while he put his hands on your hips.
“I missed you.”, he exhaled and placed wet kisses down your throat. You pulled his face gently back up and placed your lips onto his kissing him passionatly. You let your hand trail down his body and laid your hand around his cock. Going slowly up and down.

“Here are the rules.”, you said and looked him into his eyes still pumping his member.
“I’m going to sit down on you. We are not allowed to move. You don’t get to do anything unless I do. If you move you’re not going to get off for the next week and you know that we only have the next week together until you come back from your promo. Understood?”
You sat up on your knees and aligned his cock at your entrance and he nodded.
You let yourself down on him and put your head into your neck enjoying the sensation of him filling you out. As soon as he was completly in, you felt his hips twitch and held him down immediatly and looked down.

“Do you wanna go on without me for another two months?”, you asked looking him into his eyes and he shook his head.

“No.”

“Good. I don’t either.”, you smiled and kissed his shoulder. His hands were still on your hips and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

“So how was the time without me?”, you asked and sat up. That slightest movement made him close his eyes and groan in pleasure.
“We’re not going to talk about that right now.”,he growled and opened his eyes to glare at you. A lustfilled glare which sent shivers down your spine. You tightened your walls around him and then let go again which made him furrow his brows.
“You could’ve been fucking me sensless if you were patient enough to wait for me.”,you told him and he cursed under his breath which made you smirk.

“You were the one-…to sent me the photo.”,he swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Hardly concentrating not to move.
“You were getting off without me.”, you pouted and adjusted your legs by wrapping them around his hips. Which was again a tiny movement. But enough to drive him crazy.
“Darling I don’t know how much longer I can hold this up.”,he hissed under his breath and his grip on your hips tightened.
“Alright. You can move your hands. And you can kiss me. But keep your hip steady.”,you allowed him and he did not make you say it again. His lips crashed onto yours then moved down to your collarbone and he started sucking and biting slightly where your skin was especially sensitive. His hands moved up to your boobs and were massaging them. Your walls clenched around his cock involuntarily and a moan escaped both of your throats. When you felt the familiar knot build up in your stomach you grabbed his wrists and stopped him from going any further.
You leaned your forhead against his and closed your eyes with a big smile on your lips.

“I love you.”, you told him and he placed a butterfly kiss on your nose.
“I love you too, darling.”
You let your hands trail down his abs and up again to his neck. You leaned in and stopped right next to his ear.
“I want you to fuck me hard.”, you whispered and with that said he flipped you around and was immediatly hovering over you.
When he pulled out for the first time and pumped back in you dug your nails into his back and arched your back. Because of waiting for so long with his cock inside of you the movement felt ten times better than it would normally feel. All your senses went nuts and you couldn’t controll your body. He kept up a fast and hard pace which made you moan his name.
“You feel - so good!”, he chocked and lifted your legs around his back to have a better angle. He was hitting exactly your right spot and your walls started tightening around him as you felt the sensation growing in your lower stomach.

You grabbed on to the sheets and formed your hands into fists while leaning your head back.
Right before you were about to come you decided that it wouldn’t end like this. You changed positions so that you were on top riding him so he could be the one only enjoying. “I’m close…”, he moaned and you smiled to yourself. You yourself were not far away either.
“Open your eyes for me baby. Look at me.”, you said and looked into his beautiful brown eyes which were begging for release.
“Y/N!”,he moaned while coming and you came with him, your walls clenching around him increasing the sensation.

You both rode your high out and were left a breathless mess when you rolled off of him. You snuggled yourself into the crook of his neck and he put his arm tightly around you.
“I really should have waited.”,he said after both your breathings were normal again.
“Like Cap says: Patience pays off.”, you said and he groaned.
“Did you have to mention him? You’re killing the vibe.”, he whined and you chuckled.
“Jelaous much?”, you teased him and he huffed sarcastically.
“He isn’t the one who just had the most amazing sex ever, is he?”

“No.”, you chuckled and he placed a kiss on your temple.
“You know we were supposed to talk about normal stuff while we didn’t move. Should increase the intensity or something. That’s what soaking is all about.”, you told him while drawing small circles on his chest and placing a kiss here and there.
“Soaking, is it? How about we try round two in the shower?”, he joked and you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Shut up. I’m really tired and jetlagged.”, you chuckled and he laughed out loud.
“It did not feel like that. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you were not tired and jetlagged.”, he said and you rolled your eyes while pulling away. He grabbed your wrist and prevented you from going.

“I’m joking.”,he smiled and you placed a gentle kiss on his hand.
“I need to take a shower and clean myself up. Do you want to watch a movie or something? ”, you asked him while walking towards the bathroom.
“Sure.”, he yelled after you and you smiled to yourself.
“And I’m hungry!”, you yelled back and heared him laugh.
“I’m on it!”, he said and you closed the bathroom door.
You were absolutely in love with this impatient dork you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend.

Horny teenagers - Carl Grimes

HEY GUYS so I really wanted to write a smut but there is no plot so whatever is just smut and I wanted to write something like the last scene of 7x01 of TWD and I did it! I hope you like it, and remember English is not my first language and this is my first TWD smut

Warnings: smut and language

Words: 2599

Gif is obviously not mine ​

The past few hours in watch duty had been kind of a torture for me. I’ve been trying to control this since I’ve learned what it actually is. We grew up together, we’ve seen a lot of nasty things together and suddenly we were at the age of awkwardness and hormones and, apparently, mine decided to show up. I’ve been trying to convince myself that he would never agree with this and even if he did it wasn’t a good idea. It would do us no good. Well an orgasm would, though. ​

Here in Alexandria they have lots of books so I’ve been reading a lot, especially about biology – my favorite class in school – and recently I read about menstrual cycle and sexuality, there is this period when women are ready to get pregnant and that’s when you only want sex. For the past few months I’ve been trying to convince myself that I just want Carl because of this annoying period and he’s the only interesting boy around. ​

Sometimes I have this feeling that our friendship has changed in a certain way. I think it’s because of the hormones, but we’re touchier and even occasionally flirty. He has this habit of holding the back of my neck whenever we hug each other, or when I’m mad at something he rubs my shoulder or my back, he plays with my hair brushing his long and cold fingers against my ears and neck and sometimes he whispers something to me and I can’t stand that. The hot breath, that amazing voice, the way he says my name. Oh, man! I was losing it. ​

I felt ridiculous every time Carl popped in my head or whenever I decided to touch myself he would always wind up in my dirty little thoughts.

​“(Y/N), you can go. It’s my shift now.” I hear Spencer say.

​“Okay, thanks.”

​“Oh and uh… Carol asked me to tell you she’s taking lunch to Rick’s place.” ​

I nodded and left. Great, I’m having one of those crazy moments and I’m heading straight to the danger. You can do this. I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard laughs from inside and that made me happy because we were doing fine here, we were adapting at last. ​

Carl opened the door while holding Judith and gave me a smile.

​“Come in, (Y/N)” Oh please Carl not today don’t say my name. ​

The smell of whatever Carol cooked was amazing and she was sitting next to Daryl and they were gazing each other with such warmth, in a cozy and even romantic way. I wanted them to be together but right now it just made me want to turn around and look in Carl’s eye. ​

We sat down, ate and talked about the most random things. We talked about things we did before the apocalypse, we laughed at things that happened to us and we just enjoyed each other’s company. Don’t think that’s gonna happen again in anytime soon tough. ​

Then I felt a hand touch my thigh lightly, I closed my eyes trying to keep it together because from where it was coming it had to be Carl’s. I looked at him and he was still paying attention to Glenn, who was telling something very newsworthy because Carl and a few other people in the table were concentrated. He caressed my thigh going down my knee and squeezed a bit and took his hand off. Like doing that was only a reflex, part of a routine. I don’t know if he hadn’t noticed or if he was just pretending to make me confuse. ​

Later in the same day he did that terrible/delicious massage in my sore shoulders. We offered to wash the dishes, so after lunch everybody went back to their normal activities, and when we were done I made a stupid joke about the amount of plates and forks and sighed. He must’ve gotten that as a complaint because he said “relax” and then came behind the chair I was sitting and pushed my hair aside. His hands were soft and steady, it felt great but I couldn’t let him carry on with this. I placed my hands on top of his and turned my head around. ​

“Does it bother you?” If he only knew what it actually does to me.

​“It’s not that. I just – I should probably get going.” I stood up and he held my arm. I don’t know why, honestly I do know, but when he did that I instantly approached him, looking at his lips. I was unsure if I wanted him to notice or not. If I wanted him to do something about it or just ignore the fact that I was staring at his lips wanting them so badly I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

​“Stay. We can go upstairs and read comics if you like.” ​

I can’t, not anymore. “I don’t wanna read comics, Carl.” I tried my best to make the sentence self explanatory and bit my lip. ​

“Do you – uh, wanna go upstairs then?” He clearly wasn’t expecting my reaction but he didn’t step back. ​

“Yes. Yes, I do.” ​

He was obviously holding a grin but I didn’t care. He grabbed my hand and led me to his room. The walk was kind of awkward and very silent. When we finally got to his room he closed the door and came towards me. He cupped my face and kissed me tenderly, he was nervous, I could tell. I placed one hand in his chest and the other one in his hair, it was so soft. The kiss was a little sloppy because this was our first kiss ever, I guess. It was amazing though, I just wasn’t sure of what to do so I followed my gut and I believe so did he. ​

He lowered his hands to my waist and gripped it. I let out a needy sigh and I feel my cheeks hot in embarrassment. I took the hem of his shirt in my hands and lift it, breaking the kiss. ​

“Are you sure about this?” ​

“Yeah.” ​

I ripped his shirt off and then my own. Carl looked at my breasts like they were a masterpiece, probably because he had never seen breasts before but it made me feel great anyways. I searched for his lips once again and this time he was more confident so his tongue was more demanding. He caressed my back lightly with the tip of his fingers making me shiver. I pull him closer to get some friction and I finally feel his boner and this time I moan in both pleasure and excitement. ​

Carl lays me down on the bed and kneels between my legs. He kissed my lower abdomen and came up, kissing my breasts still covered by the bra and my collarbone. When he got to my neck he gave me a hickey, probably wanting to mark me down as his and that turned me on so much I wanted to mark him too. He unclasped my bra and pulled it out so fast I didn’t even see what happened to it. Now he was finally looking to my breasts and he blinked a couple of times and said “Is it okay if I…?” ​

"Go for it.” ​

He grinned and caught one of them in his hand and massaged it. I had no idea that I was going to like Carl sucking my breast so much, when I felt his mouth on my nipple I was already in heaven, but when he sucked it was something else entirely. I wasn’t able to restrain my moans this time, they were a little loud. ​

Desperate for a kiss I pulled his hair to bring his head up, he moaned this time and I smiled in the kiss. I took off his belt and once I moved to the zipper his hand shakes a little while I brushed my hand in his arousal more than the necessary to open a zipper on purpose. Carl helped me with the jeans, picked a little package – probably a condom – and looked back at me only in his underwear and I couldn’t help but to look. I must’ve done something pretty greedy and ridiculously embarrassing because he had a huge smirk in his face. ​

"Shut up.” I said and the smirk became wider. ​

He took my shorts off and just stood there staring at me like I was his muse or something. I can’t say that I didn’t like it because I loved it but I felt a little uncomfortable. I am confident but suddenly realization of what we were doing and how I was in front of him hit me and I blushed. That didn’t stop me though, my cheeks were burning but so was the wetness between my thighs and I thought that was more important so I wiggled my hips against Carl’s to wake him up and it worked out exactly like I was expecting. ​

Carl touched the waistband of my underwear and looked at me again asking permission, I guess. Then I lifted my butt of the mattress so he could take the underwear easily and he did. ​

Carl gazed at my entire body and sighed and mumbled to himself “Finally we’re doing this.” ​

I felt butterflies in my belly and I smile, like an innocent virgin girl – which I am. I wasn’t the only one after all. ​

Carl did a trail of kisses from my neck to my lips and rubbed his thumb against my folds; I moaned and rolled my hips against his hand wanting more of that new contact. He smiled in the kiss, and I loved it. Actually I was loving every single moment of it. Carl slipped a finger inside me and curled it and took it off. Then he tried again, this time with two fingers. “Ah, Carl…” I groaned and mellow. My hands were gripping his shoulders for balance or control, I’m not sure, I just thought that if I let go I would fall. His hand were all over me making me shiver, his kisses weren’t sloppy anymore, and knowing that he wanted this too just made me feel better, maybe wetter too but that’s another case and he won’t be hearing about it. ​

He positioned himself to my entrance and gave me the look again, I nodded biting my bottom lip. Carl grabbed my thighs and spread them. He glanced to my core and licked his lips. That was so delicious to watch, it was kind of porn but it turned me on so much. He picked the condom and put it on. He pulled me down and I felt his tip in my entrance and rolled my hips to it. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this, how horny he made me. ​

"Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?” So thoughtful, so gorgeous. I closed my eyes and nodded. Then I felt it inside me and I couldn’t hold back the almost musical moan. It feels so good, so right. He kept going slowly and suddenly I started to feel this strange ardency and I let out a painful moan, it wasn’t exactly hurting but the surprise and the little burning sensation were enough to make Carl gaze at me worried. ​

"It’s okay, you can carry on. Just keep the pace. I’ll be fine.” ​

He pushed a bit more and the feeling was still there but I tried to ignore it and Carl helped me a lot with that. His thumb came back to my clit, just up and down movements and he kissed me passionately while he pushed more. I was feeling the ardency but it didn’t matter because Carl was touching me so much, giving me so much, paying so much attention to me I couldn’t even process the pain. Carl was all over me, literally. In my mind, in my body, everywhere. ​

Once he was completely inside me with his eye closed and he sighed, he stopped and looked right in my eyes, he didn’t take his hand off my clit. The bad sensation was almost gone by now. “Are you okay?” ​

I grinned at him “Never better.” ​

He smirked and pulled it back slowly. It was a torture for him I could see in his eye all the effort he was putting into this, the self control and I smiled like an idiot. His thrusts were still slow and I think he was shaking a little. Just a little but he was. ​

I wasn’t completely comfortable yet but I was ready for this and his pace was making me impatient, I get that he was being nice and I love him for it but he could make this good for himself. So I rolled my hips a bit so he would understand that it was okay for him to go faster and maybe, just maybe, harder. ​

He picked up a good pace. It was faster but not too fast yet and it was so intense, it could be only me although his expression was showing that he was loving it as much as I was. His thrusts were getting faster and I was getting there, finally I was taking it all. This was so good, the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming. His sweaty body and his heavy sighs were giving it the best background ever. I think I’ve never seen such a sight. I let out a loud and full of joy and pleasure moan. He smirked at me because this was likely the most inappropriate moan ever. ​

I couldn’t stop them now, they just kept coming loud and awkward and hot, apparently. I decided to do something different for a change, I rolled my hips and caressed my body going down my clit and touched it for him to see it. ​

"Fuck, (Y/N)! That’s so hot.” ​

I smiled widely and arched my back feeling a delicious ache in my lower abdomen and feeling like there was not enough air in my lungs and the strength was leaving my body and I needed desperately to grip something – that something were Carl’s shoulders again – then I felt like I was falling apart and pleasure and relief hitting me like a truck. ​

"Oh God, Carl!” That was almost a scream, thank God we were alone in the house. ​

My orgasm show was enough to bring Carl his own, and again was an amazing scene to watch. He moaned loudly and let his elbows clench a little, falling on top of me. He was breathing heavily and he was all sweaty and that was so hot. I felt his heart beating so fast in his chest and I grinned satisfied. He threw himself in the bed and took a deep breath. ​

He seemed so tired but he was smiling so hard it was creepy. Us smiling wasn’t something easy to see. That made me even happier because I made him smile, I was smiling, we were satisfied and that’s all we need. ​

"That was fucking awesome!” ​I laughed at his excitement. I turned to face him and his eye was piercing. He was so handsome I couldn’t think properly sometimes, like now.

​“We can do this again sometime, if you want to.” I said a little scared but mostly confident that he would want to. ​

"Can ‘sometime’ be now?” he said with a smug smirk on his face and I laughed again. ​

"Okay, loverboy, just give me a few minutes and we’re back on.”

Originally posted by journeyslegend

Die for a Laugh - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Die for a Laugh

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Joker x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Could do a Jared Leto joker imagine where Sam and Dean are on a hunt for the joker and he takes a certain liking to the reader, the pairing can be whatever you wish, thanks!

“This guy is a nutjob.” Dean mumbled as he ran a hand down his face “We are never going to catch him.”

You frowned as you walked towards him. You placed a hand on his shoulder and handed him a cold beer. He gave you a small smile, appreciating the fact that you still were there for him- them. Them. Not because Dean needed you so bad in his life, no. It was just because you cared so much about him and his brother and managed to fill all the holes in their life. Plus you were an amazing hunter even if your gentle, kind and almost innocent features didn’t give that away.

“No more so than us, though.” you said with a small smile and he and Sam chuckled.

“You mean no more so than you.” Sam pointed out and you gave him a look.

“Traitor.” you mumbled and Dean chuckled.

And you had an amazing friendship with his brother- hell you were like the little sister Sam always wanted to him. What more could he ask for?

“Because you couldn’t totally be his Harley Quinn huh?” Sam asked with a smirk and you shrugged.

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‘Shit My Friends Said’ Sentence Starters
  • ‘ Isn’t it a little early for your sexual deviancy? ‘
  • ‘ How the tables have tabled. ‘
  • ‘ This is me at peak romance, _____. This is all you get. ‘
  • ‘ I’m always ready to lie to your face. ‘
  • ‘ We can’t let a goat bully us out our house! ‘
  • ‘ How is “won’t” a contraction of will not? Shouldn’t it be “willn’t”? ‘
  • ‘ Yeah, the moon is pretty far away. At least ten miles. ‘
  • ‘ It’s not a sex party, it’s a fetish festival. ‘
  • ‘ Wait, is this a kink? ‘
  • ‘ I don’t want to be an adult either, buddy, but if I have to do it so do you! Come out of that fucking cocoon! ‘
  • ‘ I think I represent all types of panic pretty well actually. ‘
  • ‘ Please go to church. ‘
  • ‘ It’s a God, you blasphemous fuck. ‘
  • ‘ _____ is perfectly evolved to eat ass. ‘
  • ‘ Shut the up fuck I hate you. ‘
  • ‘ I can’t kill you, where else am I going to get this entertainment? ‘
  • ‘ I am not being held accountable for your evil. ‘
  • ‘ ____, whatever you do, do not fuck the enemy. ‘
  • ‘ Good. This is a nice amount of injuries. Zero. Let’s aspire to this again. ‘
  • ‘ Stop doing that thing with your face. ‘
  • ‘ I have no idea how that arrow got there. Are we sure it wasn’t always there? ‘
  • ‘ She’s immensely attractive and I’m scared she’d hit me. ‘
  • ‘ Honestly, you only have your self to blame for this disappointment. ‘
  • ‘ Don’t you just have a second child if the first isn’t good enough? That’s what my dad did. ‘ 
  • ‘ I’m toying with adulthood but I’m not totally there yet. ‘
  • ‘ Breathing. Another male privilege. ‘
  • ‘ Why would you drink this, and why does it look like chocolate? ‘
  • ‘ You sense sobriety from someone who doesn’t want to be sober. ‘
  • ‘ I had a furry phase but it was an accident. ‘
  • ‘ Please don’t call semen impregnation fluid. ‘
  • ‘ We didn’t fail. That suggests we’re finished. ‘
  • ‘ This is why we can’t be together. ‘
  • ‘ You’d make a lovely wife! ‘
  • ‘ It was well intentioned violence. Benevoiolence. ‘
  • ‘ Humiliation can be a useful tool for improvement. ‘
  • ‘ I’m naming my first grey hair after you. ‘
  • ‘ It’s cute, bitch. ‘
  • ‘ Wipe that fucking grin off your face, you sack of shit. ‘
  • ‘ You don’t need to whip it out that often. ‘
  • ‘ I feel weird hitting on you. You’re like a mom. ‘
The Perks of Living on the Gulf Coast

Harvey is almost here, and I’m a wreck! I’m planning for the worst, but hoping for the best. Luckily, we live a bit further inland than coastal city’s, so our main issue will probably be flooding and power outages. (Fingers crossed, we don’t get any bad winds or worse.)

Needless to say, this might put me back a bit, productivity-wise. My top priority this morning is finishing up some patreon stuff before it gets too bad. I could be completely overreacting, and we might not even lose power all weekend, who knows! But as of right now, I’m planning to just do what I can, for as long as I can. If we lose power, I’ll make an update here. Wish us luck! Send your thoughts and prayers to people braving out the storm down here. UnU

How each type is a bad friend

INxJ:

First of all, if you’re friends with this person, you’re probably a nerd. Your friend’s dominant Ni means that they’d rather spend their time alone complimenting deep shit than going out and doing actual fun shit like spending time with people and being a relatively normal human being. You know who does that? People who lack a social life, that’s who. People who spend more time on Tumblr reblogging fandom gifs and roleplaying as fake people than taking a stroll outside or getting food in their system, that’s who. People who use “INxJ” as the main way to describe themselves even though most of the world doesn’t have an idea what an INTJ or INFJ is, that’s who. I’d tell you to steer clear of making friends with these people, but their introversion and lack of connection to the outside world is already doing it for me.

ISxJ:

What the fuck is a Si-dom? I don’t fuckin know. Si is such an invisible function, just like your friend is at social gatherings. If you wanna find an ISxJ at a party, just look near the walls, you’ll find one eventually. They’re the person who’s there but not doing anything notable. I’ll be honest, I don’t know anything about Si-doms and I’d be happy to sit down with some and get insight into what goes on in their heads.

ExFJ:

They care about you and aren’t afraid to show it. It’s flattering until it isn’t. It’s flattering until they message you literally every day and talk about their best experiences so many times that you can practically imagine yourself being there as, for the third time this week, they tell you about that one time they consoled a crying stranger at a party and left with them to get food together. It’s flattering until you deliberately avoid them in public so you don’t have to deal with them clinging on to you and asking about your personal business nonstop. “You know (mutual friend)? I think they hate me” “I think that barista at Starbucks is into me” “How’s it going with (SO or crush)?” are some things to expect from an ExFJ, which will be followed by you thinking something along the lines of SHUT THE FUCK UP AND MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS

ExTJ:

What a great friend you’ve come across. They’re so loyal and really know how to hold a good conversation. You want to hang out with them, so you ask them if they’re available. Oh wait, they aren’t. Just like they were last week. And the week before that. And the week before that one. And most of the time you’ve had them as a friend. “Yo, wanna hang out tonight?” “Can’t, got work to do” or “I’m thinking about hitting up this bar tonight, wanna come?” “Sorry, already got plans with someone” or “How about we get lunch today?” “I have a meeting all lunch hour” are all exchanges you can expect to have with an ExTJ. So many things in their life they have to make time for and none of them are you. If text conversations and little face-to-face time satisfy you, then ExTJ is a perf friend for you.

xSTP:

You think you’ve found yourself a nice, sociable, and wholesome friend. They’re charismatic, warm, and can always make a mundane situation fun. Then they get sick of using Fe and go into full Ti mode. That’s when you discover just how much of a sociopath your friend probably is. “Here’s some circumstances in which (breaking a certain law or moral convention) is fine” and “Actually in my opinion, killing someone is justified if…” are some ways in which this can manifest. Don’t make friends with an xSTP unless you can handle jokes that would make an INFP mad and oh look, there they are hitting you up to go do parkour and light shit on fire at your local park. It’s almost midnight, don’t they have responsibilities or sleep to get to? Of course they need to sleep, they have to get to the gym in the morning so they can look good for their trashy Instagram selfies.

xSFP:

Oh. My. Gawsh. You think xSFP is so lovable. Their down-to-earthness and outgoing vibes trigger such positive reactions from you. But their Se is powerful. Watch them go out and get lit every weekend night without you. Watch them make friends with everyone at parties and post pics with their friends on their Snapchat story. If only you could be good enough to do that fun shit with xSFP. Of course you’ll make a nice joke that makes them laugh once in a while or help them out with some things, but if you’re not already best friend material with them, odds are you never will be, which is especially heartbreaking if you’re ESTP. Unless you’re xSFP yourself, then you may still have hope.

xNTP:

xNTP. Such a dynamic person. Has the active mind and the means to express it of an xNFP with the no-fucks-given attitude of an xSTP. But good luck getting a friendship with them to be strong and lasting if you don’t share anything in common. No, you don’t listen to their favourite progressive death metal corewave glitchhop bands or enjoy Tuvan throat singing or share their appreciation of obscure films, so what the fuck are you supposed to talk about together? Concrete reality? Normal people things? Go find someone with high Se if that interests you.

xNFP:

So you want to discuss an ethical issue without anyone taking anything too personally. Well too fuckin bad for you cause xNFP’s gonna take something personally sooner or later. They’ll give you that “seen 5:38 pm” and be very obviously disinterested in your conversations after that before removing you from their list of people they like being around and never talking to you in a friendly context ever again. And Jebus help you if you’re not into their main interests cause the second they meet someone who shares said interests, you’re getting fuckin replaced no matter how emotionally invested you’re in xNFP. You aren’t a fan of Arctic Monkeys? Too fuckin bad for you cause xNFP has at least 3 other friends who are and they like those friends a lot more than you. I hope you like feeling worthless cause that’s what happens when xNFP likes you but just as an acquaintance or just straight up doesn’t like you at all.

anonymous asked:

Impromptu Prompt Will you write 'I thought you were dead' fic? Bonus for lots of Kissing? Pretty please and many thanks! 💙



It’s awkward at first, pretending she doesn’t know Kara is Supergirl, but after a few months she settles into it.

‘I’m going to be late for lunch - bus is stuck in traffic :( <3 :( ’ Kara texts her, and Lena just snorts and turns on the TV to find out what disaster Supergirl is stopping today. It doesn’t hurt her feelings - she doesn’t worry anymore that Kara doesn’t trust her, or that it’s a secret because she’s a Luthor. Their friendship is good, maybe the best thing in Lena’s life, and she’s pleasantly surprised that she doesn’t doubt Kara. Kara’s face is an open book, and the way that it lights up whenever she sees Lena says more than anything else could.

So there’s no hurt anymore at all. It’s more like…. politely pretending not to notice that someone has spilled ketchup on their shirt. Lena doesn’t want to breach Kara’s privacy or make her uncomfortable, so she doesn’t point out that there’s no reason for Kara to be on a bus when CatCo is in walking distance of L Corp. Instead she goes back to the data analysis report she was reading, keeping one fond eye on the news.

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Belong (Hamilsquad x Reader)

AN: It’s late and I am definitely not getting enough sleep tonight, but here it is!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18 @jantales

Request: @wonderfullyrandomhamilton - Polyhamilsquad where they find out the reader isn’t eating? I’m in need of comfort/angst/fluff. If you’re cool with that of course.

Warnings: eating disorder related things

Word Count: 1,627

Masterlist

The bedroom was freezing, so you slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Alex or John up. Laf and Herc both snored obnoxiously loud and were exiled to the guest room that you had to sneak past on your way to the living room. All you wanted was to sit in front of the fireplace, but Laf had insisted on an older home where everything squeaked because he needed the “character.” You were never able to sleep through the boys coming home later from work or midnight snacks or other late night activities. It was a beautiful house, Laf refused anything else, but it had taken you much trial and error to figure out exactly how to move around the house without waking anyone up.

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A Sad Birthday

Langst

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Lance as we all know he is a very loud person but he is a very smol bean and he needs to be protected.

So let’s say as an imagine; in his home back on earth we all know he comes from a pretty numerous house hold and Latinos are known for always celebrating birthdays and pretty much anything just so there is a reason to get together.
Lance was very used to this lifestyle as it was part of his culture back in Cuba, but when he went to space to defend the universe for the greater good he found that homesick hit him hard. But not as bad when his birthday was arriving, he always made sure the other Paladin’s had a small party for their birthdays and he knew his birthday was coming up.
Lance being the loud person he is he made sure to remind everyone it was his birthday in a month which slowly turned into week then days. But when his day came around no one did anything for him, this was due to the fact that Lance because he “pestered” them so much that when ever he mentioned something they would tell him to shut up and help out rather that “gloat” about his birthday.
As they say dragged on Lance was trying to keep hope that they were going to surprise him but slowly it became curfew and Lance would drop hits like “do you know what day it is today?” To which they would reply with “it’s late Lance go to bed” or “how the hell should I know? We’re in space we don’t keep track of days or months”
Lance was down right hurt to know his fellow Paladins forgot about him after all the time he had gather up everyone to celebrate the other’s birthdays. He sat in his room singing softly as he cried “Felicidades Lance en tu día que lo pases con sana alegría muchos años de paz y armonía felicidad, felicidad, felicidad”
He was a crying mess as he missed his mom and his family and the joy he was once showered in on his birthday turned to a sad tradition.

(English translation: Congratulations Lance in your day that passes with healthy joy many years of peace and harmony, happiness, happiness, happiness)

consequences [m]

summary: you just got together with the love of your life, oh sehun. however, his best friend - and rather attractive - kim jongin, doesn’t care. and would do anything to be with you.

main character(s): reader, kim jongin, oh sehun. 

minor character(s): byun baekhyun.

pairings: kai & reader insert. slight sehun & reader || AU

includes: smut (cheating “ntr”, public foreplay, finger riding)

wc: 2.5k

note: this is my first story on here, so i hope you all enjoy it! 

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HOUR 3 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - HOUR 3

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,153
Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

HOUR 1 | HOUR 2

“Wow, this place is amazing at night.” You breathe out, garnering the boy’s attention.


“Yeah,” he agrees. “It is.”

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|A Theory pt 2|

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Smut, Angst, Pure unadulterated nonsense 

LENGTH: 3.6 K

My eyes widened at Yugyeom’s words.

“E-excuse me?” I squeaked.

Yugyeom chuckled, burying his face in my neck.

“I didn’t stutter sweetheart” he whispered, heartedly kissing the side of my neck.

“So I raised a sex fiend is what you’re telling me?” Jinyoung tsked again while Yugyeom just chuckled.

“Sex fiend is a bit much hyung” Yugyeom spoke, his shy nature slipping through.

The whiplash with this boy was ridiculous.

“You have no damn right to talk about what’s too much after that” Jackson spoke up, dusting himself from off and standing up straight.

“What was this theory though?” Mark asked with an eyebrow raised.

Why did he have to fucking ask that? I felt my cheeks burn at the question and I began to fidget, lowering my gaze.

“Please. You’ve almost fucked the maknae in front of us and now you’re embarrassed? Really?” JB pointed out, obviously amused.

Yugyeom pulled me over to one of the couches where he sat down, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed my cheek sweetly and I had to tone down my heart’s exaggerated reaction so I wouldn’t over think his actions.

“Go on, talk” He encouraged gently.

“Is he seducing her?” Jinyoung asked incredulously.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Bambam exclaimed.

“Look we can discuss Yugyeom’s sex  preferences later. As for right now, answer the question princess” JB said, effectively turning the conversation back to me.

I ignored the slight raise in my pulse at the nickname best I could as I hid my face behind my mass of curls.

“Do I have to?” I whined.

I felt a hand brush my curls away from my neck, placing a kiss to the base of it. The tension from my body disappeared almost altogether but was immediately replaced by sexual frustration and longing. His lips were so close to my spot. A few inches down and I’d be done for. I barely registered Yugyeom’s low and breathy “please” as scenarios involving both my spine and a certain group of boys invaded my thoughts. In my blissed out state I began to talk.

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Home || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff


It had been hours since you were supposed to go to bed. You had told Namjoon around ten at night that you were heading off to bed, and he had joined you, occupying the space in the bed next to you. That had been four hours ago and it was nearing two in the morning, but you still found yourself wide awake laying in bed.

It wasn’t like you had anything to do the next day, and neither did Namjoon, but you wished you were able to sleep. You weren’t sure what had caused this sudden action, but no matter how hard you tried, no matter how long you held your eyes closed, you weren’t able to will yourself to go back to bed. Despite all of your efforts it seemed you weren’t going to go to sleep anytime soon.

There was nothing going through your mind, except the want to sleep, but even that wasn’t enough to actually put you to sleep. You could feel the unwanted adrenaline starting to flow underneath your skin causing your hair to stand on end. There was just an endless amount of energy flowing through you at the moment and you couldn’t hold it back.

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Happy Birthday, Steve (Rogers/Avengers x reader)

Happy Birthday, Buck

“Look at him, Sam,” you nodded towards Steve, “have you ever seen someone so bummed out by their own birthday?”

Sam stood at your side, the two of you almost uncomfortably wedged in the kitchen doorway that overlooked the living room of your Wakandan home.  It wasn’t meager by any means, but it wasn’t a good environment to lend itself to privacy either, and Steve had failed miserably to find any in the spot he had chosen to sulk in.  “No one likes to get older, (Y/N),” he answered quietly, “and he’s only got one year left before he hits the century mark.  You saw how low Barnes got when he reached triple digits.”

“That was only because we ruined his cake.  What’s Cap’s excuse?”

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Trapped

Spencer reid x reader

“How much longer will we be stuck here?” Reid paced the lift as he had been doing on and off for the past two hours. 

“Spencer, just sit down…please. I’ve told you before, if we were the last people in the office then we’ll probably be stuck still morning. Or at least until they get the power back on and security realise we’re here,” you sighed from your spot on the floor.  

You’d both been stuck finishing up paperwork for latest case and had left the office together at around 1am. There was an immense thunderstorm happening outside the BAU headquarters and neither of you had been looking forward to driving home in the torrential rain. You’d offered Reid a lift home, to avoid being the car by yourself in the storm. Man, how you hated thunder. 

But you’d never made it to the car. The lift had grinded to a halt seconds after it had started and the power outtage had shorted the lights. You remembered hearing a high pitched shriek from the 6ft1 man standing next to you and seeing the panicked look on his face when then emergency lights had flickered on… Apparently being trapped in a lift was not his biggest fantasy.

You’d immediately hit the emergency call button but had hit it off again after an hour had passed by and no help had come, the noise of it beginning to drive you insane. Reid insisted on hitting it back on and off every ten minutes or so as he constantly rambled about how many elevator related accidents there were each year.  

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him really. You’d been part of the team for eight months now and had never seen him so panicked and frustrated. Chasing down un subs didn’t faze him but stick him in a broken elevator and he turned into a five year old girl.  

“Spencer, seriously just sit down. We might as well try and get some sleep. We could be stuck here all night,” you said. 

“All night,” he squeaked. “But we don’t have any food or drink. And w-what if we need to go to the ba-bathroom?” He was starting to stutter again. You’d noticed he did this the more worried he got.  

“Relax, I’ve got a bottle of water and emergency chips in my bag….  And as for the bathroom, well I’ve got an empty water bottle so that’s you sorted,” you replied. “I’ll just have to hold it and hope we get rescued soon.” You laughed at the expression on his face.  

Spencer hit the emergency call button on again and you winced at the sound. You watched him check his phone for the hundredth time, him hoping that somehow he’d managed to get a signal whilst trapped inside a metal box. You sighed. “Is it really that bad being stuck here with me?” you asked quietly. 

His brown eyes snapped up. “Oh no. No Y/N…It’s not that I promise. I just hate the thought of being stuck in here at all. When I was in high school I got shoved into a fair amount of lockers, so being trapped inside any small space for a long period of time just brings back memories.”

You smiled sadly. You hated hearing about the bullying and pain your friend had been through in high school. 

Standing up to street your legs, you knocked the call button off again. “Sorry, the noise is giving me a headache” you explained wearily, clicking your neck to one side. 

Suddenly the main lights flicked back on illuminatating the small space which had been your home for the past two hours.

“YES! Finally!” Reid exclaimed as the elevator began to move.

A second later the lights flicked back off and the lift jammed again, the sudden loss of motion making you knock into Reid.  

The emergency lights came back on as you steadied yourself against the wall. “Guess we’re not saved after all,” you joked trying to lighten the mood.

You glanced over at the other profiler who looked like a kid who’d been told he was going to Disney land only to be told two minutes later that it was a joke.  

“Did you know that there are 6 elevator related deaths each year, not to mention the 10000 other injuries that require hospitalisation….. ” Reid began rambling again, his breathing getting quicker as he started to panic once more. You reached out and placed your hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down. 

“Hey hey hey,” you soothed. “We’re not going to be one of them.“ You moved your hands to his shoulders looking him straight in the eyes. “We’re going to get out of here okay.”

“Logically I know this Y/N, but what if we are one of those six. What if the cable snaps or the power is out for days and no one can get to us. What if….. ” he began reeling off ridiculous, elaborate  ways in which you two could die, trapped together. 

You closed your eyes thinking ‘how can I calm him down and shut him up?‘ Then it hit you. Do something he’d least expect. 

You moved forward quickly pressing your lips to his. Keeping one hand on his shoulder you moved the other to the base of his neck. He stilled suddenly, not quite knowing what was happening. 

You began to move your lips softly against his, stroking his neck gently, willing him to move his with you.  

After what seemed like a lifetime you felt him begin to reciprocate, his hand going to your waist. You felt his eye lids flutter shut as you gently sucked his bottom lip between yours.

His other hand gently cupped your face and stroked your cheek as he applied light pressure to your mouth, his lips feeling soft against yours. Spencer’s tongue darted out, running along your lips slowly, asking for access. You moaned softly enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would. ‘Who knew Spencer Reid knew how to kiss so well?’ you thought to yourself as your lips parted.

You felt his tongue slip into your mouth searching for yours, probing lightly. Your tongues met as your pressed your body close to his, feeling his heart beating quickly through his chest. 

You pull back slightly to snatch a breath, hearing him whimper at the loss of contact.  Glancing down, you saw him bite his lip as he moves his hand to the back of your head pulling you in. 

Your lips connected again, this time moving faster, pressing harder against each other as you pushed your fingers into his glorious hair. He sucked your bottom lip between his, nibbling it slightly, teeth grazing it the way you’d seen him do to his own so many a time. You gasped, shocked at the feeling it was igniting inside you.

You pushed him back so he was flush against the elevator wall and began kissing from his mouth along his jaw, hearing him moan and shudder from your touch. Just as your lips locked again you heard a horrific mechanical screeching. You jumped apart from each other, breathing heavily as the elevator doors were pried open from the other side.  

“Oh thank god you two are in here,” Morgan and Penelope were stood on the other side of the doors with building security.

“I kept trying to call your cell Y/N, to make sure you’d got home safely. I know how you don’t like storms,” Penelope gushed, reaching for your hand and pulling you out of the lift. "When you didn’t answer I tried Reid, knowing he’d stayed behind with you and when he didn’t answer I started to panic.”  

“Yeah she dragged me back here to make sure everything was okay.” Morgan smirked “We asked security to check if you’d swiped out before the power had cut but they couldn’t find a log of it. Took us half an hour to realise that the alarms we kept hearing flicking on and off must have been from one of the lifts. How long you been here?“ 

“About two hours,” Reid muttered, not looking at you. You kept your face down too, knowing it must have been bright red. 

“Well let’s get you both home,” Penelope led the way down the hall, into the stairwell. 

… 

The next work day as you were walking by Garcia’s office, her door opened and she pulled you in. 

You eyed her suspiciously. “What’s up?” you asked. 

“Oh nothing,” she sang grinning. “Did you know that the cameras in the lift run on a different generator to the lights and the rest of the electrics? And it kept recording the whole time you and the boy genius were in there.” She raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Shit,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks burning. 

“Oh yes!” she giggled gleefully. “Who knows what would have happened if Morgan and I hadn’t come to the rescue. That looked like it was turning into quite the kiss!“ 

"I, erm, I gotta go!” you exited her office quickly hearing her laughing behind you.

‘Yes, who knows indeed,’ you thought to yourself.

A/N: So it’s been pretty much two years now since I started this writing shiz. This was the second fic I ever wrote.

Let Me Put On A Show: Jonghyun and Taemin Threesome

Originally posted by jinqki

Based off this request

Pairing: Jonghyun x Reader x Taemin

Word Count:  3k

Content: Jonghyun and Taemin invite you over to hang and you end up playing strip Monopoly. Things get very x-rated. +Taemin taking orders, getting watched as you have sex, and a threesome(kind of).  

Written By: Bambi

Authors’ Note: I worked on this a lot and I’m really proud of it and it’s only my second smut I’ve written so I’d really appreciate any type of feedback! I hope everyone reading enjoys this and I really hope that the anon who requested likes it the most! Happy reading! 


  

  You didn’t exactly know how you got into the predicament you were in. You didn’t exactly care to get out of it either. It was a game of strip Monopoly that ended with you sandwiched in between Jonghyun and Taemin. You only wore your panties, Teamin was completely naked and Jonghyun was only missing his shirt.

   The actual Monopoly game was Jonghyuns idea. He always knew how to spice up a boring night and this night was one of the plainest you’d had in a while.

   Jonghyun had called you earlier that night complaining that him and Taemin were bored and alone. They had wanted to have some sort of bonding night with the other members of SHINee but Minho and Onew both were busy filming their respective dramas and Key had claimed to forget the night had even been scheduled. After a ten minute phone call with Jonghyun and Taemin both taking turns to  whine into the phone you had gave in.

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anonymous asked:

Helloooo! I like how you write imagines so far!!! Could you make something like uhm RFA accidentally opened the bathroom door while MC was taking a bath?? Thanks!!!!

sorry, i made this unbelievably silly, please forgive me.


Yoosung

  • “Uh,” Yoosung says, a blank expression of uncomprehending disbelief on his features as he stares at you. Bit by bit, the situation sinks in, and he begins turning a rather impressive shade of crimson. “Uh… I wasn’t… I… I thought… I didn’t realize…!”
  • “STOP STARING AND CLOSE THE DOOR”
  • Yoosung still can’t get his body to move, and it takes you throwing the bar of soap at him to get him to FINALLY GET OUT
  • of course now you’re sans a bar of soap and you needed that to wash so
  • uh………..
  • shit.
  • “…yoosung, sweetie, will. will you. crack the door open and. and toss me the soap.”
  • “thanks”
  • yoosung doesn’t want to look so he ends up hitting you directly in the face.

Zen

  • he slams the door shut before you can say anything
  • HE MUST PROTECT YOU FROM THE BEAST
  • ALREADY HE IS DOOMED
  • “z-zen? did… you need to use the bathroom?”
  • “we literally live together, zen”
  • “we - we’ve slept together”
  • “SEEING ME IN THE BATH IS NOT ANYTHING WEIRD”
  • zen, crouching down on the floor and hiding his face in his knees, shouts that THIS IS DIFFERENT
  • U ARE TOO CUTE HE CAN’T HANDLE THIS
  • he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
  • ok how about you come in here u moron

Jaehee

  • oh god she’s so sorry she should have knocked
  • she didn’t realize you were still taking a bath ahhh she’s sorry she’s sorry she’s so sorry
  • Jaehee literally bows in apologize. (seriously woman it’s cool)
  • The situation is smoothed over without too much trouble but afterwards Jaehee just has to lean against a wall
  • cover her face
  • and blush.
  • (YOU HAD MADE YOURSELF A LITTLE BUBBLE-BATH MUSTACHE AND BEARD…………….. HOLY HELL SHE LOVES U)

707

  • ok, to be quite honest it’s probably not an accident
  • it’s probably a single event in a series of times where Seven, to mess with you, has burst in on you while you are in the bathroom shouting things like “I HEARD AN DANGER SIGNAL COMING FROM THIS ROOM, WHAT IS UR EMERGENCY”
  • “IS IT A POOPING EMERGENCY”
  • “JUSTICE DEFENDER 707 IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY”
  • and then you scream at him to get out and throw something and he retreats while laughing.
  • well, the joke is on him now, because YOU ARE READY
  • You have constructed a complicated mechanism to drop a bucket of ice cold water on whoever opens the door so - as soon as he throws it open to start his spiel -  he is drenched.
  • as he’s wiping the water from his eyes in an attempt to see, you jump-out of the bath, pull out the dual water pistols you had concealed, and open fire.
  • You proceed to chase him around the house, wearing a swimsuit so he doesn’t even get a show, harassing him and making him rue the day he ever decided to interrupt your you time.

Jumin

  • He opens the door, takes one look, and closes it. It’s a fairly mundane, nondescript event, and the “I’m very sorry” he calls through the door is both considerate and calm.
  • however, when you come out, you find that Jumin is on his hands in knees in prostration, and he’s constructed a formal, written apology to you.
  • J U M I N…
  • despite how stoically he seems to take he, he takes breaches of your privacy veeeeeerrrryyyy seriously and wants u to know that he very, very much respects your space.
  • (it is, in part, to make up for how wacky he gets on your route.)
  • You, of course, pat his head and accept his apology. You know he didn’t mean to.
  • (he is like a cat with how much he likes headpats, seriously…)
Jailhouse Fuc-Uh rock

Dean x Reader

Summary; You and Dean go undercover in Dwight Correction Centre, Illinois to catch a rogue Reaper, luckily for you two, the prison houses both Men and Women together.

A/N: So, after seeing the gifs of Dean in Prison again it spurred my muse to write a one-shot about the Reader and Dean in prison together, now I did my research and there was a Prison that temporarily housed both Men and Women convicts before closing in 2013, it was based in Denver – Illinois however I have absolutely zilch idea on how accurate this would possibly be so lets just take the accuracy with a pinch of salt!

Word Count: 4,318

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Dom!Dean, hand-on-throat sexy action but not too intense, Violence

Originally posted by proof-is-in-the-pudding

“Well, personally I thought that it took you a little while to get here but looks like you finally made it” you said from the back of a riot van.

“Can it princess, you and your lunatic boyfriend enjoy your time in there together while you still can before the trial where you both get put away, apart, for a long, long time” the driver warns you.

You roll your eyes and shake the shackles that are binding both your arms and legs which are attached to the bottom of the van “yeah I’m sure we will.”

Dean just shakes his head, sat next you and in the exact same position “y'know, we robbed four stores before you amazing cops made your appearance.”

“Shut the hell up, didn’t get away though did ya?”

You and Dean both share a look before deciding that it’s probably best if you do cram it for now, so how did you end up here?

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