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

CHAPTER TITLE: The Bachelor Party

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

(GIF Source: @mypapawinchester​)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you, Negan.”

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

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

Negan smirked, “That’s more like it!”

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

“She’s here,” Negan winked.

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Anonymous said: Do u do monty imagines bc i rly need more of him
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Anonymous said: Please give me more monty i cant get enough

Author’s Note: Because some of you asked so nicely.. enjoy my attempt at Montgomery. Also, much thanks to @jayadoreee for creating ‘Dating Montgromery Includes’ headcanons that sparked the idea for this ;) One headcanon in particular had me laughing, but as I was listening to a couple of songs.. inspiration struck! So go listen to ’Gangsta’ and ’Crazy in Love’ to get a feel of the mood I was in when writing this XD

Originally posted by aboutgrey

MONTY X READER

Montgomery de la Cruz. There was a lot to be said about this bad boy, a lot to dislike about him as well, but given that he’s been your boyfriend for the last eight months.. well you mustn’t find him all that terrible.

But that wasn’t the case once upon a time. Once upon a time you sneered at his attempts to intimidate fellow students, told him to fuck off one too many times to count, and even shoved him off Alex once when they got into one of their monthly fist fights.

His cruelty lessened when he turned his sights on you and every time you went to tell him off, you found that your amusement would spike. He noticed it, too, if his attempts to get a rise out of you almost everyday were anything to go by. Every curse you spewed at him was then followed by a smile and roll of your eyes instead of a sneer, and you found that Monty had wormed his way beneath your skin without even realizing it until it was too late.

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Perfect

Peter x Reader

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“Stop pouting.” Derek grunted as he passed Peter who hadn’t moved from the spot you’d left him in.

“Not pouting, I’m reading.” Peter muttered despite both of them knowing it wasn’t true and that he’d been staring at the same page for hours now.

“If you didn’t want her to go you should have stopped her, I’ll be back later… don’t do anything evil, if you can.” Derek stared at Peter for a moment before hurrying out of the building.

Almost twenty minutes later you tore into the room, slamming the front door as you stomped into the living room and burst into tears.

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Quickie. [Youngjae x reader M]

request by a swag anon :) a/n I do not think there is enough Youngjae smut. He is a fluff ball but he is also so hot (that bias wrecker) ~ JJ

summary: Youngjae introduced you to the GOT7 members a couple months ago and has been regretting ever since. All you do together now is hang out with all the members….but you haven’t had time for just Youngjae. Until tonight. 

Genre: smut - orgasm denial, begging, light bondage, Youngjae sub, reader dom etc…. you’ve been warned

words: 1490


You were planning another night out with the GOT7 members tonight and you were on the phone with Bambam sorting out details. “So are you still picking us up in 20 minutes?” you said. “We are leaving now so maybe more like 40.” “Okay see you soon.” You replied and then hung up. You noticed your boyfriend sulking slightly in the corner of the living room. You knew he has been upset ever since the two of you had been spending time with all the members instead of being alone. You watched as he played his video game and hunched his shoulders trying to focus. 

“Hey Sunshine? We still have time, they are going to be late. The boys just left now.” You said to him as you plopped down beside him on the couch. “Do you want to finish that episode of Descendants of the sun?” He paused the game and looked at you with raised eyebrows. “No, not really,” You said trailing your hands on his honey thighs. “What do you want to do?” You continue to inch your hands closer to his crotch. “I am liking your plan right now.” he whimpered as your hand hovered over his groin. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.” You say lustily. You both stare at each and He pulls your face into a kiss and your tongues meet fighting each other for dominance. You hadn’t done anything with each other in so long and your bodies were beginning to feel a craving for more. 

You shift yourself so that you straddle Youngjae’s lap and he starts to move his hands to your breasts. Your mouths crash back onto each other’s and in between breaths you manage to say “Shirt off.” and he immediately throws his t-shirt to the ground. You grind on his lap and can feel his erection even through his jeans. Youngjae pulls your shirt over your head and continues to caress your breasts with his delicate hands. For a moment you break from your kiss and get off his lap to take off your panties from under your skirt. You push Youngjae onto the couch and make him lie down and straddle him again. “God you’re so hot” He breathily moaned. 

“Finger me.” You whisper laying your body against his. You feel his long fingers make their way past your thighs and slip between your wet folds. The relief is bliss and you let out a moan, which is soon silenced by Youngjae’s mouth on yours. He rubs your nub with his thumb as his fingers worked in and out of you. You moaned “Oh Youngjae! Fuck.” You bit as his neck hard leaving purple marks as his finger motions caused you to bite harder, you could hear him let out satisfied groans. “I’m going to come!” Usually, it would take more than this but you could feel yourself melting under his touch and soon orgasm pierced your core and you yelped out in pleasure. You collapse your body weight onto him as he pulled his fingers from your entrance “Taste me, baby.” You say pushing his fingers into his own mouth watching him suck your wetness from them. 

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Misunderstandings || Daveed Diggs Imagine

Note: Hi everyone! So I know this is out of my football imagine line but it has to do with my other obsession aka Hamilton aka Daveed Diggs. I hope you like it!

Warning:Swearing, but if you have heard Clpping, you should be used to it.

Anyone that has seen or heard of the Hamilton musical dreams of being part of the cast members, at least you did. Thankfully, you were part of it. Part of an amazing cast who cared so much for each other and were absolutely perfect. You were part of the Ensemble, but with the privilege of being able to fill in for any of the girls because you knew all the songs by heart and knew the script as well. You loved your job, who wouldn’t? Maybe it got tiring, but you still had fun and didn’t let that show, ever, until you were home.

“You haven’t met her, you haven’t had the chance” you hear Leslie sing as he recorded with his phone for social media. “You have seen her in the show, the one who can play Hamilton by herself, Y/N” he drew out your name. You were fixing your hair so you look at him through the mirror.

“You are the worst, Burr” you say in a French accent and both of you laugh as you turn around.

“Hey” he greets, kissing your cheek after he stopped recording.

“Your coffee is over there” you nod your head at the couch and he grins.

“Reason why I love you.”

“Les, have you seen- Hey” Daveed greets making you grin. So maybe you had a crush on him and the others have said it was mutual. The way his breath got caught whenever he saw you was what made them all realize such thing, but you didn’t notice it at all. Yes you guys flirted a bit too seriously sometimes but it was teasingly, or so you believed.

“Hi” you say, and right there and then you hear Alexander’s voice, being Lin’s, saying the word in Take a Break.

“I was looking for you” he starts. Leslie, in the meantime is sipping on his coffee on the couch, looking between the two of you.

“What do you need?”

He looks at Leslie briefly and then his hues turn to you. “I was wondering if-”

“Y/N, we need a big favor” Lin says as he bursts into the room making your eyes widen slightly, snapping away from the Daveed daydreaming you were in.

“Sure. What’s wrong?”

“Jas has a sore throat and won’t be able to join us. Do you think you can fill in for her?”

“Of course. I just need to get the dresses, I’ll rush now.”

“Thank you, I owe you.” Lin blows you a kiss with both hands before he leaves. You turn to the guys, Leslie is grinning up at you while Daveed…doesn’t look very happy.

“You were saying?” You ask him.

“Nothing. It can wait. I’ll see you later.” And with that he walks away making you raise an eye brow.

“What was that?”

“It’s called ‘I wish I were Alexander in 'Say No To This’ if you get to be Maria. Also known as, a hint of envy with jealousy” Leslie answers and you face him.

“No way. Stop saying that. He probably forgot or regretted whatever he was going to say…” You frown but you still wonder what Diggs wanted to say deep down.

“There’s trouble in the air, you can smell it” he sings as he starts walking out of your room.

“I guess I’ll never be freed from references to the songs, huh?” You ask before you head out as well to get the wardrobe necessary for Peggy and Maria.



To say you were nervous was an understatement. You have played small dialogues like the girls in The Election of 1800, but to sing a whole song was a big honor and a big responsibility. But then, if Lin didn’t trust you could do it, he wouldn’t have asked you to get the part for today.

You fixed your dress for Peggy and walked out of the room, closing the door behind you. Everyone was rushing, as usual, and Groff was joking with Lin, still not in his costume, as usual.

“Y/N” you hear Daveed’s voice say behind you and your heart skips a beat. Your cheeks flush a soft pink as you turn to face him. “You okay?” He looked absolutely stunning with his hair pulled back in his bun and the soldier uniform…

“Uh, yeah, I am. Why?”

“You look nervous” he says with a smirk.

“I feel like I won’t be able to pull Peggy, right. I know everything but what if-”

“Hey. Lin trusts you, you will do fine. I believe in you. Just relax” he says, his thumb stroking your jawline and you feel the warmth radiating from it, you have to stop yourself from leaning into it. You were a hundred percent sure you were blushing.

“Thank you. That means a lot” you smile at him and he smiles back. Your gaze moves to look at his lips for a moment before looking back into his eyes, noticing he was doing the same gesture.

“Places!” A staff member shouts and breaks the moment between the two of you.

“We should probably…”

“Yeah” he agrees, his hand dropping before he walks away.

“Helpless” Pippa and Renee draw out before they lock their arms around yours to lead you to your place.

“I am not…” You groan and they laugh.



The first act went great, you acted as innocent as you could master, as well as a bit childish, when The Schuyler Sisters song came up. Then you have the moment during the wedding where you walked down with Daveed which made your heart beat quite fast the entire moment.

“Still nervous I see” he says as you two walk down and you tighten your grip around his arm as a sign for him to shut up, making him smile.

Then the boys did their little dance in Story of Tonight Reprise and you couldn’t help but laugh at their failed attempts. Oak tried and at least succeeded somewhat. Anthony did his pelvic trust and laughed as always. Meanwhile Diggs…Was being Diggs, incapable of doing simple moves. It was hilarious to see that scene, especially Lin not being able to hold back his amusement and chuckle at the three all the time.



The break was up, and you went to place Peggy’s dress back in place and took Maria’s. You had to change your make up to be the seductive Maria Reynolds instead of the innocent, little Peggy. You were dressed now, applying the red lipstick before moving to work on your eye liner. There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

“Just wanted to drop by to say that you looked amazing and did well” Lin says and you smile at him through the mirror.

“Thank you, and thank you for trusting me to fill the role for today.”

“Might not be for just today if that’s what you want” he says with a chuckle and your eyes widen. “Eventually we will all leave, but if you want to stay and have a bigger role, you know all you have to do is ask” he says and places his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Lin, I would love to, but…”

“Think about it, you got plenty of time. We aren’t leaving just yet. I’d like to keep you” he says with a chuckle and pats your shoulders. “I’ll see you soon” he says, winking at you before he walks out. Then, seconds after, Anthony walks in.

“Can you help me push this in? I hate this” he says pointing at the ruffled piece of clothing on the front of his shirt just under his neck for his Philip role.

“You got frustrated?”

“I seriously don’t know what happened today that I couldn’t do it on my own. I’m a mess.”

“Hot mess” you tease and Anthony chuckles as you fix the piece. His eyes are looking at you and you try not to blush. It was a habit whenever someone looked at you for too long.

“Red suits you” he says and you look up at him.

“Thanks, I know” you joke and you both smirk. “There, that should do it.” You say as you step away from him.

“Thank you, beautiful. I’ll let you get finish, sorry to bother you.”

“Its fine, Ant. Don’t apologize” you both nod and you turn around to finish working on your make up.



Your cue is given and Leslie, Lin, and yourself get to your places. You walk as Leslie begins with the introduction to the song while Lin is writing. You can spot Oak, Anthony and Daveed looking at you from the side of the curtains so you shift your gaze to somewhere else.

“Stay…”

“Hey?”

“Hey…”

You move around the stage accordingly. You totally have forgotten until the part of the song came when you had to kiss Lin. Your heart was beating out of control as you stand in your place and then you are rushing towards Lin, his head ducks a little so he is able to meet your lips. His soft lips caught yours and they move against yours slowly but with a hint of passion that you had to admit made your heart skip a beat. His hands were on your hips, and you feel the tiniest squeeze on your waist. This wasn’t how you thought kissing Lin would go, if it ever were to happen outside of the musical.

The rest of the song continues, and soon enough your hands are holding Lin’s as they travel down his chest as you stand from behind. You sit on his leg once he takes his spot on the chair and his hand moves along your thigh and up your body, head moving so your lips are a few inches away from each other. You can spot for a moment Daveed looking away and you wonder for a second if what Leslie meant was true.

The song is over and you rush away out of the stage to wait for your next cue in The Reynolds Pamphlet.

“That was amazing!” Pippa says happily as she hugs you.

“Do you think so? I got so into character I forgot…” you admit with a smirk.

“You did great. Everyone loved it” Renee assures you and you smile rather shyly, nodding your head in acknowledgement.



You watch as the others continue the act. It would be hard to meet with Daveed after your performance because he was on the other end of the stage waiting for his cue for the rest of the songs. You couldn’t help laughing at his movements as The Reynolds Pamphlet started, sitting on the desk, moving sideways, shuffling, throwing the papers, it was hilarious. There wasn’t a better cast in Broadway than this one, you were sure of that. You did your part of reading the piece of paper as they mention Maria Reynolds before you are off to hide again.

The show is done and everyone comes out and you all bow at the crowd, Lin and the others stepping back as they clap and they leave you in the front.

“Special thanks to Y/N, who covered for Jasmine as she was sick tonight” Lin says and another round of applause goes off and you bow again, cheeks a bright red and take a step back with a grin and the curtains close.

“Great job everyone! Thank you for being part of this” Lin says as he claps a few times at the others, being his encouraging self as always.

“Well done, Y/N, that was great” Oak says and you grin, instantly going to hug him. He was so huggable, like a personal teddy bear.

“Thank you, Oak. That means a lot to me” You say before you both pull away.

“Any plans for tonight?”

“Not really. Might as well go home and rest, why?”

“No reason, I might do the same.” He says and you both nod your heads before you part your ways to get rid of the dress and place it where it belonged. Everyone had come to congratulate and thank you for the performance, except Daveed.

“Les, have you seen Daveed?” You ask your friend out of curiosity.

“Not after the show ended, must be in his dressing room. Why?”

“Just wanted to know…He hasn’t told me what he wanted earlier.”

“Don’t think he will come to you right now” he blurts and you eye him, your face probably asking why since he spoke again. “He didn’t seem very happy about Lin’s hands all over you.”

“He knows it’s just an act.”

“When you are jealous, nothing is” Leslie points out and you frown.

“Should I go talk to him?”

“You absolutely should.” He says with a nod. Leslie knew what was up, besides the others, because he knew from the beginning. Stealing glances, the closeness, the teasing, the almost constant flirting. Leslie played a part in this story.

You rush to get the heavy makeup off your face and get dressed before heading to Daveed’s room. You knock on the door and Ant opens it, Oak at the end of the room, but no Daveed.

“Have you seen Daveed?” You ask as you frown.

“He left, he has a performance down in Brooklyn in an hour or so” Oak answers. “I thought he was going to tell you.”

“I think he tried, but then I was told about my role and had to rush things” you explain.

“And he was mad earlier so…” Ant says and instantly regrets it as you eye him.

“Ant…” You say in a warning tone.

“He…You know what’s up, don’t make me say it, please, he’d kill me.”

“Know what’s up?”

Ant and Oak exchange a look and you look at them curiously. “Daveed was going to tell you two things tonight, but the first one was asking you to go to his performance” Oak explains. “He…He got somewhat jealous about the whole performance, mainly the kiss” he says.

“He knows it’s just an act, but he couldn’t really let it go because he thinks there is something between you and Lin.” Ant says.

“Wait, what? Just because-”

“He heard you two talk before and it’s just a big mess. Just try talking with him, he is acting like a kid” Anthony says as he waves his hands around.

“I…Where exactly?”



Anthony and Oak decided to take you to the place Daveed would be performing. The place was crowded already.

“You think you can find him?” Oak asks as he looks around the place and then at you.

“I think so; I just need to get to the front of the stage. If he wants to acknowledge me, he will. If not I’ll try to sneak backstage. He can’t ignore me forever.”

“You have our phones, we are going home, let us know if you need anything.” Oak says and you smile.

“Thank you, both of you.” You say and hug them both before you wave goodbye at them. As soon as they leave, you start making your way forward until you are a few feet away from the stage.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the beat starts, your heart starts beating wildly. You have never seen Daveed perform before, but you did know of his music, something that not many people knew about you. You hear a couple of girls screaming and shouting that takes you away from your reverie and that’s when you spot Daveed.

His ripped jeans hung low on his hips and his tank top showed those arms that you always saw covered by his uniform or his hoodies. Your eyes wouldn’t tear away from his entire being. He looked different; he looked stunning and hot, obviously. He had started singing and you stare at him as if he were the most handsome person you have seen. A person who apparently liked you back, that got jealous for little things that were an act, someone who made you feel better when you were nervous.

At some point you start singing, rapping at the same speed as him. You had learned the lyrics after many failures and tripping over the words. You had to admit it was a big talent to rap like that naturally.

Get Up started to play next, still admiring Daveed doing what he loved the most. The way his hand moved as he rapped, the way his body just moved accordingly and his curls bouncing every time he moved had you grinning like a little kid. When the female part comes up, which he does not sing obviously, Daveed meets your gaze and you nod your head at him, but you get a smirk and nothing else because he moves to the other corner of the stage. Was he really going to ignore you? A wave or something to acknowledge you would’ve done it, right? As the final verses come, you move your way to the DJ, smiling at him. “Hey, do you have a second mic?”

“Uh, yeah? Why?” The guy questions, eyeing you curiously and so does the guard.

“I want to surprise him. I work with him on Hamilton. Part of the Ensemble” you say, hoping you gave enough information for them to stop looking at you weirdly.

“Oh, yeah. I recognize your face” he says and bends down to get the microphone. “Here you go” he says.

You look at the stage as you take the mic and turn it on as you heard Daveed speaking. “I’ve been doing this musical this whole time and I’m soft as fuck” he says, making you and the crowd laugh before he continues.

“Hey, do you know which song is next?”

“Let’s see…” he pauses as he stares at the computer screen. “Body and Blood” he says and you grin. “Think you can sing that?” He questions and it makes your grin widen.

“I’ll show you” you say and walk up to the stairs where the guard is. He steps to the side with a smile which you return and stay behind until the song starts. You use the instrumental seconds to think when you should step in and as soon as he starts, you know.

The first verses come up, you sing them to yourself before your planned stepped in gets close.

She might let you fuck but she wants…” and there you step in.

Body and Blood” You sing as you join him, stepping into the front of the stage.

Daveed’s eyes widen as he looks at you surprised and shocked and you can’t help but grin, the crowd cheering.

The song goes on and you step in in certain verses which he would let you sing to test that you did knew the lyrics. He looks at the crowd with wide eyes and then turns to you as you sing your favorite part of the song, tweaking it so you it is sang by your perspective.

I got my own home, I got my own set of power tools
My own unmarked van, plan meticulously laid out
And splayed on the walls, all scrawled on dated Polaroids of severed heads plated
I got vials of ketamine, rohypnol, and promethazine, blunts with amphetamines
And whatever your pleasure be, medically, I be readily
Providing the blast sometimes to dine with the finest of wines
Try and you’ll find cut glass to get you cut fast without cuttin’
I got a diamond tattoo on my upper thigh
Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes. ”


And from there Daveed continued as you catch your breath. Soon, the song had come to an end and the crowd starts cheering at both of you. “Give it up for, Y/N!” He shouts and the applauses go off. He gives you a side hug before letting go rather too quickly for your own liking.

You step down out of the stage but stay backstage since the show was almost over.

“That was awesome! Not many girls rap at that speed” the DJ says and you grin as you return the mic.

“Thanks. Took some good days of listening to the song and tripping over my words.” You giggle.



Seconds after, Diggs is saying his goodbyes before he turns to leave. You make sure you are standing somewhere where he can’t ignore your presence.

“Still here?” He asks as he walks down the stairs, not looking at you as he keeps walking, so you follow.

“Daveed we need to talk.” You say as you trail behind him. “There is nothing-”

“Between you and Lin? Doubt it after today” he says once he gets into his backstage room.

“You know it’s an act, Diggs. You know better than that” you say and let out a huff.

“That Lin wants to keep you?” He asks and you give him a questioning expression. “I heard him saying that and after that performance I noticed what he meant” he pulls his hoodie on.

“Can you let me explain?”

“Nothing to explain, Y/N-”

“Damn it, Daveed” you tug on his hoodie sleeve and push him slightly against the wall. “Is it not obvious or are you blind?!”

“I’m not blind at all, I saw everything. First row. He wants to keep you and he made sure we all noticed.”

You smirk and pull away, “Daveed, he said that to me so I can stay as Maria” you say and his hard expression turns into one of confusion.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh so now you want to listen to me? Be happy with those news” You say and eye him one last time before you turn to leave, hoping he’d want to ask more.

Heading to the door, Daveed gets in front of you quickly, making you take a step backwards. “Y/N, what’s going on? I need to know” he was concerned now and you grin to yourself.

“Do you want to talk here or you want to go for a walk?”

“Give me a sec” he says and you nod your head, walking out of the room.



You two walked out of club, staying silent for a few moments before he asked if you had eaten anything which you haven’t. You had rushed to get here with the other boys to meet Daveed here, but you didn’t admit that to him, you wanted to get over the conversation quickly and stopping to eat it would make things more awkward.

“I didn’t know you knew my songs” he breaks the silence, you don’t look at him, but you know there is a faint smile on his lips.

“I know most of them, still catching up” you admit with a smirk.

“Didn’t know you could also sing them, I have to admit I’m impressed.”

“I said so much nonsense the first times even with the lyrics on” you laugh, “I would run out of breath or just look into the lyrics hoping there’d be a verse I could step in and continue singing” you admit.

“You did well tonight. It was a good surprise after all…All of it” he is looking at you and you look at him, your head nods for a moment before you look away to hide your blush as you two walked.

After another minute of walking in silence, he decides to speak. “So?” He questions and you frown. He still sounded so angry at you, or was it you being paranoid? But you knew what he was questioning.

“What you heard was when Lin was telling me I could stay as Maria if I wanted. Like an upgrade” you explain. He looks at you strangely and you add quickly, “That’s why he said he wanted to keep me. I guess he means that he wants someone to stick around longer in the show to guide the others” you say and look at him before you notice you are reaching the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Would you?” Daveed asks, not looking at you.

“I’m not sure…It depends…”

“Depends on Lin’s approval to kiss other boys?”

“Daveed, that was an act, you know that. You kissed Jas once and I never said anything” so maybe you let out more than you should have. Why would you have said something?

He finally looks at you, his eyes showing confusion behind his cute nerd glasses, “Said something?” He questions and you groan internally.

“You know what I mean, but it was all an act” you repeat. “Lin is my best friend, we are close, and I guess that’s why the kiss was like it was and the whole thing.” You add after a few seconds, “We have chemistry, but not like that” you say rather quickly.

“Mhm” he hums and you stop in your tracks, arms crossing against your chest as he turns around, raising an eye brow and looking to the side. “What?” He asks before looking back at you.

“Why dont you believe it? Or believe me?” You ask. “Why can everyone else see it except you?”

“See what?” He asks, his tone exasperated.

“Oh my God” you groan and take a step forward. “I have talked too much, so why don’t you tell me what was wrong with you? You were supposed to invite me here, right? But as soon as I accepted the role you left. Why?”

He almost scoffs to the side, avoiding your gaze before he leans on the rail once you had reached the beginning of the bridge. You could see New York in all its glory. The shiny lights lighting up the whole city. From where you were, in the distance, you could spot the Statue of Liberty. It was a beautiful sight…A beautiful sight to try to push words out from Daveed.

Daveed hesitates, his expression was neutral and he speaks then, “What do you want me to say? That I am jealous?” He asks and the words make your heart skip for a moment. “I was going to ask you to come with me, but as soon as Lin walked in and you agreed I don’t know what happened” he started. “I am very aware that it was all an act, but then I remembered he said he wanted to keep you, and my mind played against me and all sort of things came to my mind I didn’t know how else to react” he was still not looking at you, but out to the river.

“So you were jealous?” You say, hiding a smirk as you lean against the rail besides him. “There is no reason for you to be” you pause, take a breath, and speak, “I like you, Daveed. Pretty sure everyone knows but you” you say and he looks at you from his spot, his curls moving with the small wind.

“Do you?”

You have to roll your eyes at that and you reach to punch his arm playfully, “I swear you are trying to be stupid right now, Diggs. Do you think that if I didn’t I would’ve come all this way to clear things up? Go up stage and sing with you with the fear I’d trip over all the words?” You ask and he chuckles.

“True. You were still damn good” he says and you smile to yourself. For a moment you both stare at the city, you see him move and he goes behind you, arms snaking around your waist, his body warmth making you shiver and you let him pull you close to his chest. “I’m sorry I acted like a jerk today” he whispers into your ear and you hold back a shiver. His voice had changed completely as he spoke to you now, “I guess I was jealous that someone else I knew got to kiss you before I did” he breathes and your eyes flutter close. He was probably aware now of the effect he had on you.

“That isn’t anyone’s fault except yours” you say with a small smirk and he joins.

He turns you around by the waist, your hands moving to settle on his hips. Chocolate hues stare into yours and you feel your cheeks hot. “I can fix that…” he says and one hand moves to rest on your cheek, in the loving assuring way he did today at the theater. This time, you do lean against his big hand and he smiles before he bends down to press his plump lips against yours.

Your breath gets caught on your throat, your body tensing at the new feeling before you give in. Soft lips parted yours and you let out a small sigh of relief that it finally happened. Your lips matched his movements, slow and soft, resting the urge to bite on his lip. His posture shifts, hands moving to the small of your back and pushing you into his body which you were more than happy to obey. The hand on your cheek has started to stroke your jawline and it made you weak on the knees. If it weren’t because he was holding you, you might have slipped.

He pulls away first after a few more seconds, but as he does, he leans one more time to kiss you for a mere second, pecks your lips again and then pulls away. You slowly open your eyes but you can feel his eyes looking at you and your reaction. “Just like I imagined” you breathe out and he chuckles.

“So I wasn’t the only one imagining this moment?”

“Nah” you shake your head playfully and he laughs before kissing your forehead.

“Y/N…” he whispers.

“Hm?”

“Would you go on a date with me?”

“Of course” you say with a grin before leaning in to kiss his lips, a soft peck, your lips lingering there for a moment before you hug him, his strong arms going around your frame and holding you close as if he’d never want to let go of you again.

Minx || Jin

Pairing - Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre - Kind of Angst, fluff?

Warning - Sexual Tension

Summary - Jin can get really mad when he’s jealous. But you still push his buttons making him take a step further to get you to apologize.


Your laugh echoed throughout the room, as Namjoon told you what he was thinking about.

‘Would that really work though?’ You asked in between giggles, him nodding as his dimples dug deeper with a spreading smile. You smacked his arm playfully, ‘Ah, you’re such a tease, Namjoon-ah.’

He laughed, his head turning to you, 'It’s impossible not to tease, Noona.’ He winked, a hand coming to your mouth as you laughed again. Your eyes wandered the room, landing on the person whom you knew would be watching you.

Jin glared at you, his gaze slowly shifting to your hand that was resting on Namjoon’s thigh. A sly smirk that rested on your face, slowly turned into a sweet smile as Jin’s eyes came up to your face.

His face remained unchanged, staring at you intensely for a second longer before shifting his view to the game Taehyung and Jungkook were playing on the T.V.

'Namjoon,’ You whispered, 'He isn’t doing anything.’ You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, Namjoon looking at you with a reassuring smile.

'Don’t worry, Noona. It’ll happen. You didn’t react at all when he was with her, did you?’ He asked, you dragging your hand away as you thought about the day before yesterday.

'Hmm,’ You hummed, 'You’re right.’ You said, knowing there was also your fault in the current situation that hung in between you two. But knowing Jin, there was one last thing you could try which would definitely flip a switch in his head.

You leaned your head on Namjoon’s shoulder, your hand wrapping around his arm. You knew you were crossing all limits, but you really wanted Jin to know how he made you feel two days ago, or at least make sure he still cared.

You held in a breath, as you saw from your periphery vision, him getting up from the sofa, Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s bickering stopping instantly as Jin passed in front of them, fuming.

Namjoon began panicking a little, 'Y/N, let go. I’ll be in trouble too.’ He whispered hurriedly, and you let go, genuinely not wanting to cause any trouble for Namjoon or any misunderstanding between the two friends.

'Let’s go.’ Jin grumbled, grabbing your wrist, and leading you out the door, the grip getting harsher as you gave a last glance towards Namjoon, your eyes holding a promise to apologize to him later.

The ride home was cold, almost unbearabe as Jin’s jaw clenched and unclenched every time you spared him a glance. Okay, so maybe you did take it too far. In the wake of his anger, he had almost run a red light, scaring you.

'Jin-’

'Don’t. I do not want to hear a word from your mouth right now.’ He spat, with a sharp steer of the wheel following his words. You shut your mouth, your heart beat picking up pace at his tone.

The moment he pulled the car up the driveway, he got out, you freezing in your spot for a moment to catch a breath, before following him into the house.

'Jin, I’m really sorry-’

'Sorry?’ He turned around, flashing you angry eyes, your own eyes widening before shifting down, to look at the ground as you felt shame and guilt flood your system.

'Sorry.’ He repeated, a sarcastic laugh breaking through the silence that set, him clenching his palms into tight fists. You fiddled with your fingers, unable to bring your head up to look at him.

You heard footsteps padding towards you. And with every step that he got closer to you, your heart shot out of your chest the same number of times. You saw his feet as he stood in front of you in close proximity, his breath fanning your crown as you were still looking at your feet.

'Look at me.’ He ordered, and you instantly obeyed, your eyes meeting his.

'How would you explain yourself, huh, Y/N? You think what you did was acceptable behavior?’ His voice stayed low and leveled, as he watched you blink.

You wanted to open your mouth, tell him that it was exactly what he did to the 'friend’ he had met then. But, all that courage which you had mustered up back in the dorm, had all gone flying out the window.

'No.’ You said, a bubble of anger inflating in your chest alongside one of fear.

'Then why did you do it?’ That simple question was enough for you to let go of the leash he had you tied to.

'Right, so if I get touchy with Namjoon, it’s a big deal for you. And you flirting with that girl was absolutely no problem, wasn’t it?’ You accused him shamelessly, your hands now turning into fists. His eyes held a certain emotion which you couldn’t particularly decipher, but you knew you were practically begging for trouble.

'I was not flirting with that girl, Y/N. How many fucking times do I have to- Hold on, is that why you were being that comfortable with Namjoon?’ His eyes widened, his lip curling into a smirk before he let out a breathy laugh, when you didn’t respond.

'I can not fucking believe this. Are you that god damn childish?’ He raised his voice and you flinched slightly, but you kept your eyes on him.

You shook your head, 'It’s not childish! If you were me, you would do the same thing!’ Your breath was knocked out of your lungs as Jin sandwiched you between him and the back of the couch you were standing in front of.

'I would never,’ He ran a hand down the length of your hand before resting by your hip and raising you up, sitting you on the head of the couch, 'even think,’ he pulled you closer so his body was flushed against yours, his eyes hazy and clouded as you looked into them, 'of doing such a thing like what you did.’ He said through gritted teeth before he grinded himself slowly against you, you trying your best not to give in.

'Fine.’ You said after few excruciatingly sensual moments, 'You’re right. I shouldn’t have done what I did.’ You closed your eyes for a brief moment, as his bulge rubbed against the fabric that clothed your clit.

'Apologize.’ His husky voice rang in your ear, as he pressed himself harder against you.

’S-sorry.’

'You’re such a minx, do you know that, Y/N?.’ He smirked before moving away, giving you a final look and leaving the room and into your bedroom, you sitting on the couch with a frustrated knot in your stomach.

'Fucking asshole.’


Originally posted by yo-seokjin

The Search (1/?)

-The Master-

Pairing: Loki x Reader., Tom Hiddleston x Reader, OC x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: This chapter is PURE SMUT and daddy kink 

Summary: Daddy issues with one mischevious fellow 

Notes: I really like this idea so I have two other written after that I was planning to have some suggestions sent in to have other ideas. -Anahi 

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The Best Birthday - William Nylander Smut

WARNING: IT’S SMUT TIME, YOU ASKED FOR THIS SO DANG I TRIED. DON’T READ IF YOU’RE YOUNG IDK STILL NOT YOUR MOM…

Willy nylander birthday smut ???? 🤘🏽🤘🏽your an awesome writer

Can you do a smutty birthday one with William nylander in honour on his 21st birthday today :):):)

So, I’m back again once more and it’s with smut… Again? Anyway that’s fine everything’s fine and cool. Cool and fine… Anyway, I hope you like this guys I love you all and I’m back for good this time I promise! (Also warning I wrote half of this stoned so good luck) -Accius

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Choosing Him (One-Shot)

Title: Choosing Him (one-shot)
Pairing: Steve x reader, Tony x reader
Word Count: 1911
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Sad Tony. Sad Steve. Sad Reader. Light smut. Set after CA:CW, let’s just pretend Sharon Carter is just a friend.

Originally posted by lehnsherr-stark


You would think that you would be prepared for anything. Being an Avenger, living on the compound, and working with these people would have prepared you for what was happening. But it didn’t. Nothing could have.

The team fell apart and not just a little bit. Completely. Sitting in the common room, you hear Tony putter around in his lab and Vision walking around aimlessly. Steve is gone. Wanda, Sam, Clint, Nat, and Bruce. All gone. Steve was the only one who communicated anymore, but that was only on whatever cell phone he had taken time to mail to you and call you on once in a blue moon. Last you heard from him, he was hiding out but wouldn’t tell you where.

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Charles Xavier x Reader Prompt

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Prompt: “You’re my nerd.”

Warning: smut! (I hope it’s ok i haven’t really done smut before!!!)

For: Anon

(ALSO I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS GIF HE IS SO ADORABLE)

Originally posted by holy-cherik

“Y/n?” You hear your boyfriend Charles say as you rub your eyes.

“Hmmmmm?” You murmur, Charles chuckles.

“You fell asleep again darling,” he says shifting towards you on the couch, a stack of papers in his hand.

“Sorry, I just can’t stay awake for this new curriculum stuff.”

“That’s alright we can finish tomorrow,” he says tucking a piece of your h/c hair behind your ear.

“No no I can do this, where were we?”

“I was telling you about Hank’s proposal for the new science program. It’s really quite fascinating, he wants to add a technology unit featuring robotics and the workings of… Y/n? Y/n?”

“Sorry I’m awake now,” You said your eyes blinking open.

“We should do this tomorrow.”

“No no, you’re so excited about it,” You says forcing yourself awake.

“Yes but only because I’m nerdy about the curriculum, and you did not sign up for that,” He said and you laughed.

“I sure as hell did! You picked me up talking about the adjustments you were making to the English department.”

“Only because I knew you loved books,” he said smiling.

“So nosy,” you say teasingly “and besides you’re my nerd.” You say putting your hand around his neck.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He says chuckling.

“I guess I’m a sucker for nerds,” you shrug.

“Maybe because you are one too Professor Y/L/N,” Charles says teasingly and you laugh and press your forehead to his.

“You caught me,” you whisper and he kisses you deeply.

“How about we go to bed and we can cover the curriculum tomorrow?”

“Deal!” You say jumping off the couch and grabbing his chair.

“Besides then we can spend all day talking about it,” he says coyly shifting into his chair.

“You are incorrigible,” you respond laughing “but I’m not sure I’m that tired anymore.” You say as you flop into his lap. Charles smiles mischievously.

“I never said anything about going to sleep,” he says with a wink and kisses you deeply and roughly. You close your eyes and lean into him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. You can’t help but think this nerd is the sexiest man you have ever met. In fact, you might not even make it to the bedroom.

It seems he may have the same idea as he pulls your shirt over your head and kisses your chest. You gasp and melt into his touch. He unclips your bra and you undo his button down shirt, practically ripping it off him. His hands are undoing your pants and you fiddle with his belt. He pauses for a moment and smirks his eyes wandering your body. 

“Take them off for me darling,” and you smile and stand. You slowly slide your jeans off, and peel your underwear off making Charles smile and lick his lips.  You pull his pants off as well. His hands rest on your hips and pull you closer. You straddle him and he starts kissing your neck. You begin to ride him, he gasps before kissing your chest again. Your hands scratch at his back and pull at the tufts of your hair. You moan and feel the orgasm begin to rise. He tenses up and moans as the two of you climax. He squeezes your hips tighter and the two of you collapse. You rest your head on his shoulder, panting. He starts to laugh and you lift back up, smiling.

“What is it?”

“I think I should talk to you about curriculums more often.”

10 Things I Love About You

Title: 10 Things I Love About You

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 924

Warning: Some fluffy colorful smut

A/N: This is for my love @mizzamericnpie


 

Walking into your room at the bunker your head tilted when you found a mechanic’s style jumpsuit on your bed. There was a small note tucked into the front pocket.

              Put this on and meet me in the woods, there will be ribbons tied on the trees to lead you to the spot. Can’t wait to see you. –Dean

Shrugging into the jumpsuit you headed out to the woods behind the bunker. Bright red ribbons lead you a little way to a clearing. A satchel style bag was in the center.

              Put on the goggles and run!

As soon as the goggles were on a huge splat accompanied the hit between your shoulder blades. Whirling around you saw Dean laughing hysterically. “I told you to run!”

Grabbing a paint filled water balloon out of your bag you hurled it at his stomach, smiling in satisfaction at the loud grunt he let out. “Looks like you better run Winchester!”

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Only Mine (Namjoon Smut)

Genre: smut

Words: 1.9k

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Namjoon had invited you to join him and the boys at a party. You were skeptical about going because you weren’t much of a party animal, but you came to realisation that you need a break from your studies and agreed. You wanted to look good to try and impress Namjoon, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a slight crush on him. After showering, you picked out your outfit: a short, tight maroon dress with a deep v cut with matching stilletos. Dropping your towel from your body, you slipped on a pair of lace panties, you never know what the party might bring. Pulling the dress onto your body, you admired your outfit in the body length mirror. The cut in the dress light showed off your breasts, accentuating their size and it’s short length showed off your legs. Satisfied with your look, you dried and curled your hair and applied makeup, finishing off the look with a deep red lipstick.

When time came for you to leave, you slipped on your stilettos and grabbed your clutch bag before locking up and catching a ride to the club. Standing in front of the club, you sighed before walking in slowly, looking around for someone you know. Soon you felt someone grabbing onto your waist from behind and you jump up slightly, turning around to see Jimin.

“Y/N, you’re here. You looked amazing,” Jimin said, looking you up and down, one hand resting on your hip and you were sure his eyes lingered at your breasts for a little longer than they should’ve. “Let me take you to the rest, you surely don’t know where you’re going, right?” You shook your head and Jimin grabbed onto your hand, pulling you in a different direction.

The pair of you finally find the rest of the boys and they’re all dumbfounded when they see you, mouths agape with wide eyes. 

“Y/N, is that really you? When did you grow up? I only remember the innocent, shy girl in jeans. You look wonderful,” Seokjin rambled. You thanked him and the rest of the boys that complimented you. You couldn’t help but notice Namjoon avoiding your gaze yet you couldn’t let it bother you for long because Taehyung and Jungkook were pulling you to the dance floor.

After a while, Hoseok turned up with drinks and the four of you were enjoying each other’s company with loud music blasting in your eyes, and alcohol rushing through your veins. You were slightly intoxicated when you were grinding against a guy on the dance floor, enjoying yourself your arms were up in the air and your ass was pressed against the guy’s thigh. You felt someone wrap an arm around your waist and pulling you aside. You were giggling to yourself in an intoxicated haze, not even realising who was taking you away from your dance partner until you were pinned against a wall and lips attached to your neck, making a moan slip past your lips.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” A rough voice whispered in your ear. You eyes snapped open wide when you realised who it was. Namjoon.

“W-what do you mean, Namjoon?” You asked, unsure of what he meant because you were just enjoying your time at a party.

“You know what I mean. Did you wear this dress just to wind me up? Did you grind on someone else than me to make me frustrated?”

“N-no. I thought you didn’t like what I was wearing because you avoided looking at me when we were stood with the rest of the members,”

“I avoided looking at you because if I looked I would’ve ravished you in front of them, but now that we’re alone..” His sentence trailed off and you felt a hand pulling your dress up. His hand moved to your ass, giving it a squeeze before moving lower to the crook of your knee and pulling it up so that your leg was at a ninety degree angle attached to his hip. “You look very sexy, Y/N,” Namjoon said momentarily, his lips moving back to your neck, sucking to leave marks.

You moaned when he found the sweet spot on your neck, you felt his ghostly smile against your neck and he continued sucking and biting a bit harder. One hand supported your leg and the other quickly slipped between your bodies to the front of your panties, two fingers resting on the clothed lips of your pussy. You could feel yourself getting wet from just the minimal touch and the sound of his voice. His hand moved to the back of your panties and he pulled at them, the material disappearing between your ass cheeks and straining against your folds. Quickly his fingers slid forward to tease your slit through the thin material that was tightly hugging your pussy. He groaned when he felt your wetness, his erection hardening in the confines of his boxers and leather pants, pushing further against your thigh.

“Namjoon, we’re in public,” You whispered yelled, your hands holding fistfuls of his jacket and your forehead resting against his shoulder as you panted.

“It’s not like anyone cares, baby girl,” Namjoon’s fingers slipped past the thin lace and circled your clit slowly. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip and the alcohol was wearing off which you were thankful for because you wanted to remember this night.

“Are you seriously just going to tease me like that?” You groaned when he picked up speed. After a while, he removed his fingers from your clit and moved it to your ass giving it a slap before getting ahold you your panties pulling them to the side to access your entrance. The cold air hit your wet, warm core and a shiver ran up your spine. One of Namjoon’s hands was still holding onto your knee and the other began to slowly slip into your heat. Your bodies were pressed together, your small hands tangling into Namjoon’s hair and his fingers pumping in and out of you at a steady speed.

One of your hands fell south to grab a handful of Namjoon’s clothed bulge, the other still tangled and pulling at his pink hair. His fingers were still moving inside of you and you pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper into his ear, “Can we try and find somewhere more private?” Namjoon nodded, pulling his fingers out and fixing your dress before grabbing ahold of your hand leading you to a more secluded section of the club. You pushed Namjoon back onto one of the couches and dropped down to your knees in front of him, your hands reaching for the button of his pants, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“Go ahead, kitten,” he lifted his hips to let you slide the leather pants down his toned legs along with his boxers. His cock stood straight at attention, hard and in need of a release. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping up and down a few times then you connected your lips with the pink tip of his cock. You gave his tip a few kitten-like licks before opening your mouth wide and wrapping your lips around his shaft, taking in as much as you possibly could. You bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks, your hands resting on his thighs and your nose occasionally bumping into his pelvis. Namjoon threw his head back, groaning, his hand gathering your hair and slightly pulling when the sensation of your lips wrapped around his cock became too much. 

“I want you to swallow when I cum,” Namjoon ordered, harshly pulling at your hair. Tears pricked at your eyes when he pulled too hard, but it didn’t stop you from continuing to work your magic around his cock. Soon Namjoon was moaning aloud and you felt his cum in your mouth, you obeyed and swallowed all his load before pulling off. You chuckled when you saw the lipstick that had smudged off your lips and left small marks around Namjoon’s shaft. You stood up, pulled your dress up to uncover your ass and put it on full display to the man in front of you. He reached his hands forward and grabbed handfuls of your flesh, he kneaded your cheeks, the lace of your panties ghostly tickling his fingertips. He drew one hand back just to connect with your ass cheek again harshly, causing it to jiggle slightly. You couldn’t see what Namjoon was doing since you were facing away from him but your ass was almost right in his face. He moved forward and his lips met your right ass cheek, you moaned and his began sucking on the flesh, leaving burgundy marks which nicely contrasted against your pale skin.

Satisfied with his work, Namjoon moved his lips more to the centre so that he was in front of your pussy. You had bent over more so that he had more access and you felt the lace against your folds and a soft breeze making you shiver, but making you even more wet. Namjoon traced a finger along your entrance, soon hooking the side of your underwear moving it to the side. He pushed two fingers inside your walls, scissoring you to stretch you out.

“Come ride me, Princess,” he said after a while of stretching you out. You turned around and did as asked, spreading your legs to straddle his hips. You lined your entrance up with his hard cock and slowly lowered yourself down. You sat on his cock for a couple of minutes to let yourself adjust to his thickness, but you quickly began moving. Increasing in speed, your ass cheeks clapped against his thighs, your hands gripping at his shoulders for support and leverage. Namjoon rested one hand on your waist to guide you as you rode his cock, the other moved to the cut of your dress to push it aside to free your breasts. It was convenient that you didn’t wear a bra because your breasts felt trapped just under the thin material of your dress. You continued jumping on Namjoon’s cock and your breasts bounced up and down directly in front of his face. He grabbed ahold of one of your breasts and wrapped his lips around your nipple, slightly nibbling on it as if it was a treat making it hard and perky. He repeated the same thing on your other breast and also managed to suck hickeys onto them. You felt yourself clenching against Namjoon’s cock, making it harder for you to move up and down.

“Why are you so tight all of a sudden, Y/N?” Namjoon asked, playing with both your breasts and your speed of riding decreased.

“N-Namjoon, I’m going to cum!” You yelled, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. You were breathing heavily and soon your walls convulsed around his thick cock as you rode out your orgasm. Moments later Namjoon was releasing his second load inside of you. You fell forward, your head against Namjoon’s shoulder, panting.

Namjoon cleaned you both up after you were both able to move again. Once clean and dressed, he picked you up on his arms and made a beeline for the exit, in a hurry to get home so he could properly fuck you again in order to make sure that you were only his and would never dare grind against a random guy or wear such revealing clothing when there’s others besides him around. It was going to be an interesting night.

Private School

-Highschool au where frank asks you to ride his face as you are the ‘good girl’ when he sneaks up into your room one night. Your parents are in the house though thinking you’re studying.
-Punk frank!
-Can you do punk Frank smut where you guys aren’t suppose to be dating and he sneaks in while your home alone and it leads to like him being dominant smut :) (you’re really good at writing tbh)
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Alright, so I totally mushed about three prompts into this, simply because the ideas are all pretty similar/ connected. Obviously once you read this, the fic follows the first prompt listed more closely, but I thought seeing as they all tied in nicely it would be best to put them in here, rather than write two separate fics that are almost identical.

ANYWAYS, like always I hope you chickadees enjoy! :)

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, cheeky punks… that’s about it.
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Looking up from your textbook, you sighed before taking a sip from your bottle. It feels like you’ve been reading for hours, but from what the blaring red digits of your clock noted, it had only been about twenty minutes. Normally, it isn’t this bad, you’ve always been pretty studious and even used to enjoy doing homework. But it’s Friday, and seeing as you had to cancel your plans last minute, your dread from missing out was making things nearly unbearable.

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Blurred Lines

So this was actually the idea bug that started the whole “Ragnarssons as a band” modern au. This is a modern au imagine where the reader, a childhood friend of Ivar’s, is driving him home from college for Easter break. Ivar uses the song “Blurred Lines” to seduce the reader. Hope you guys enjoy this!

Trigger warnings: smut, oral sex, bad car dancing.


“You drive like a granny,” your passenger complained for probably the fourth time in an hour. “We’re going to miss dinner.”

“Remind me again why I agreed to drive you home for Easter break, Ivar,” You grumbled, surly.

He grinned at you, completely charming. “Because none of my brothers can do it, and my mother is going to give you a whole pan of brownies.”

“Your mom does make the best brownies,” you admitted, the thought taking your mind off your current predicament.

“And you’re going to share them with me, right?” Ivar asked sweetly.

You snorted. “No way. That’s my payment for driving your crippled ass home.”  You didn’t bother adding that his smile was enough. You would have driven him home anyway, even if one of his brothers was available. You had grown up with him and his brothers, spent the summer breaks from school casually bouncing between each others houses as childhood friends do.

The boys were all off doing their own thing now—Bjorn, the eldest and Ivar’s half-brother, was backpacking through Europe, Ubbe was expecting his first child, Hvitserk was in the Marines, Sigurd was trying to make it in a band, and Ivar had gone to college.

In typical Ivar fashion, he’d barely prepared for it. He asked where you were applying, and applied there himself the day of the application deadline. Ivar was smart though, and he had something to prove. Being confined to a wheelchair had defined him—his intensity, his intelligence, his sharp wit. He dealt with his disability largely through humor now, but as a child and up until a few years ago, he had been furious at his lot in life. He never spoke about it, but you were pretty certain his mother had sent him to a therapist after her husband left.

Ivar surprised you by turning the radio up, grinning. “I love this song. Makes me think of you, Y/n.”

He shimmied his upper body to the catchy beat, and you couldn’t help but admire the graceful way he moved. He might not have the use of his legs, but Ivar did spend a lot of time in the gym. He had turned it up partway through the song, and now he turned the full force of his beautiful blue eyes to you. “I know you want it, but you’re a gooooood giiiiirl. The way you grab me, must wanna get nasty. Go ahead, get at me” he drawled, looking you up and down almost seductively. The long car ride must be getting to him.

You laughed, finding yourself joining him in his ridiculous gyrating. “What do they make dreams for, when you got them jeans on?” He was still dancing, almost too casual, his left hand stroking your thigh. You tensed from the surprise, then smiled over at him, the two of you belting out, “What do we need steam for, you the hottest bitch in this place!” His hand was at your hip now, fingers digging along the strip of pale skin beneath your waistband. “I feel so lucky. You wanna hug me. What rhymes with hug me?”

You took one hand off the wheel to run it lightly along Ivar’s thigh, and he scooted closer to you. The radio forgotten, his eyes searched your face. You were trying to pay attention to the road, but god, it was so hard when all you wanted to do was stare at him. His hand slid from your hip to cup your sex through your jeans, and you moaned and jerked the wheel.

“Y/n,” Ivar growled, leaning in to nibble on your earlobe, “pull over before you kill us.” You were only too happy to oblige, glad you were on a wooded back road. It was unlikely that anyone would be driving here this time of the night. Ivar’s hands were all over you, slipping under your shirt to run over your stomach and sides. He skimmed the bottoms of your breasts beneath your bra, and you barely remembered to throw the car in park before unbuckling your seat belt and climbing over the center console to him.

He grasped the backs of your thighs, forcing you to straddle him, before lightly slapping your backside. You gasped against his lips, and you could feel his smile. His eyes met yours, alight with passion and mischief. “You like it when I spank you, Y/n? You naughty girl,” he purred, slapping you again. You slid your hands under his shirt, exploring the broad, strong muscles of his back. His hands were at your breasts now, squeezing and cupping them as if they were precious.

He ran his teeth along your neck, and you bit down on his shoulder to suppress your groan. He was teasing you now, dipping one finger below the waistband of your jeans and panties, feeling the smooth skin above your sex. He twisted his wrist, allowing that one finger to flick tantalizingly at your pleasure center. Your hips bucked, surprising even you, and he chuckled. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time, Y/n,” he told you, the playfulness momentarily gone.

“Me too, Ivar,” you admitted.

“I know,” he grinned. “You wear your heart on your sleeve.” You licked his neck, eliciting a moan, and he undid your jeans. “Shimmy out of these, will you, love?” The question was playful again, but there was a hunger in his eyes as he watched you fulfill his request. By the time you settled back onto his lap, his jeans were already pulled to his knees, his cock standing proud and ready for you. The size of him caused a bubble of nerves to erupt in your stomach, but you reassured yourself. You would be on top, so you had the control.

His hands rested on your hips, guiding you down, and he lined himself up with your entrance. His tip brushed lightly against your slick lips before you started lowering yourself slowly onto him. You felt every inch of him, filling and stretching you, and threw your head back in pure ecstasy. When he was fully immersed in you, the two of you paused, resting your foreheads together, breathing hard. He stroked one hand along your cheek and through your hair, the other still resting on your hip.

You shifted your head and captured his lips in a deep kiss, and he granted your tongue entrance to his sweet mouth as you began to move on him. You lifted yourself up, almost completely freeing him from you, before sliding slowly back down. He rocked his hips to your rhythm, hitting your sweet spot, and you almost lost it right then and there.

The cry you released only drove him to rock his hips faster, and you ground yourself hard against him, wanting only to melt into him. He wrapped his arms around you as you clenched around him, and he made his rocks long and slow and deep, allowing you to ride the waves of pleasure longer. You were trembling by the time it ended, and he was smiling wickedly at you. He guided your hips to rise and fall again, and increased the speed of his hips against you.

Sensitive already from your first orgasm, you could barely handle it when he reached down to rub circles around your clit with his thumb. After a few more strokes, he pushed you over the edge again, both of you moaning, and he shook with the effort of holding back his own release.

“Y/n,” he moaned, “finish me with your mouth.” The last thing you wanted was to get off of him, but you also didn’t want to be explaining to Aslaug why her youngest son was going to be a father. Reluctantly, you slid off him and down his legs to rest on your knees on the floor of the car. You swirled your tongue around his head before taking him in your mouth. He moaned and tangled his fingers in your hair, encouraging you. One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, the other cupping and fondling his balls.

You moved your mouth along his cock, administering quick licks here and there. He had been close to finishing when you first took him in your mouth, and his end came swiftly now. His seed was thick and salty, a little on the bitter side. You found yourself thinking it tasted exactly as he should. He was moaning loudly as you sucked every last drop from him. After his orgasm ended, you took his cock out of your mouth. He gasped as you licked his balls, quick and gentle, before climbing up to kiss him again.

He anchored your forehead to his with his hand on the base of your neck, smiling sweetly at you. His eyes were warm, the most peaceful you had ever seen them. “So what are we going to tell my mom when she asks why we missed dinner?”

#47 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “I need more of sexually frustrated van”


Van is waiting impatiently in the kitchen. He calls your name again, and you ignore him. You haven’t been out in so long; you want to look perfect. You hear a chair loudly slide along the floor. He’s being dramatic. You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You had the foresight to wash your hair yesterday, and today it still looked clean but had enough grit to style. Your makeup worked out. It was even, and you opted for a light look. You didn’t want to be melting by only the second song. You are wearing your absolute favourite dress and Van had convinced you to stick to flat shoes rather than heels. Your reflection smiles back at you, and you are ready to go.

In the kitchen Van has the chair pushed far out from the table, but is leaning forward with his head resting on his arms on it. He looks up when you walk in. He smiles wide and it’s the exact reaction you wanted.

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anonymous asked:

💙 with Suga...☺️

Kitten: 

“YOONGI! YOONGI COME EAT!” I yell as I pour noodles into a bowl and I walk into the front room to watch TV. I hear a groan and I get up going into my shared room. 

“Yoongi-ah get your ass up now!” I whine grabbing the little fur ball by his tail. 

Yoongi pokes his messy bed head up his black ears resting against his head as his black tail sways back and forth. 

“Are you going to sleep your life away?” I ask him as I brace my hands on my hips. He rubs his eyes as he stands up slowly his tank top falling down and his baller shorts unbunching. 

“Don’t be mad at me. You know how hard it is to control my body?” Suga asks me placing a kiss on my lips as he grabs my hand walking me to the front room with him. 

I found Yoongi a few months ago. He was sitting behind the trash can on a rainy night looking for food. I brought him home and kept him with me and he seemed strange. I thought his tail and ears were fake until I pulled on them. Scared the little thing half to death he wouldn’t come near me for a week. 

He has been a great help though. He cleans up when I’m at work and he is always a great cuddler. I love when his warm blooded body is pressed against me as I play in his ears or stroke his tail. His purrs ripping from his throat as he sits there in content. 

“—?” Yoongi asks me and I open my eyes wide realizing I had been dreaming. 

“H-huh?” I ask him as he stares at me. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks me tickling my nose with his tail making me blush as he eats his food his ears flexing in delight. 

“About when we met. And how happy you’ve made me.” I say scratching the back of my head blushing softly. He smirks at me putting his bowl down as he climbs in my lap placing his hands on my chest as his wags his tail back and forth. 

“You love me?” He asks softly licking my cheek. 

“Of course I do. If I didn’t you wouldn’t be living here. I would’ve given you away.” I say pecking his lips softly. 

“Your the best owner I’ve ever had.” He says as I stroke his cheek. 

“But I’m more then that Yoongi. I’m your girlfriend.” I say with a pout and he kisses my lips. 

“I know and hopefully one day you will be my wife.” He says smiling at me as he gets off my lap finishing his noodles. 

“Do you think you would be able to face those people looking the way you do?” I ask him with a hint of worry in my voice. 

“I don’t care what the other think as long as I am with you.” He says making my heart flutter as I stare at him in awe. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” I say softly and he giggles. 

“Your stealing my lines.” He says laughing at me. 

When he finishes his noodles he cleans up the dishes before he comes and snuggles beside me as we turn on a romantic film and I let him lay on my chest as both of us look at the screen his legs between mine as the cover drape across our body.

I start to play with his ears scratching behind them softly and I feel his tail starting to move the covers as he gets excited. I start to hear purrs fall from his chest rumbling against mine. I kiss the top of his head softly as he falls into a soft snore. 

“I’ll never find no one as good as you.” He says twisting his face to kiss my lips and I laugh kissing him back. 

“Now whose stealing my lines?” I ask him and he giggles with a hum before he drifts off to sleep on my chest.

Phillip Hamilton x Reader

Pairing: Phillip Hamilton x Reader (Burrs daughter)

Warnings: almost smut?

A/N: Ive seen this idea of Phillip x Theodosia and i jut had to guys. Sorry not sorry.

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“So, you’re totally sure your parents are gone?” You asked again. It was just to make sure. Phillip had said that Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton were going to be out of town for a week, and they’d brought their daughter with them. How anyone got Alexander Hamilton to go on a vacation, you would never know, but it meant plenty of alone time for the two of you.

You and Phillip had been together for almost a year, but neither his nor your parents could know. At any costs.
Could you imagine, Y/N Burr together with the Hamilton boy. No, your father would never allow it.

“Yes, I promise. They left a hour ago I told you.” Phillip looked at you for a second before leaning in and planing a soft kiss on your nose. Then another on your forehead. Soon he was bombarding your face in kisses.

“I just wanted to make sure because you know-” He cut off your sentence with a long kiss on the lips. Making you gasp a little.

When he finally pulled away you saw his eyes look up and down your body.

“Hey, you look really good in that dress.” Phillip smirked. Whatever was going on in that beautiful brain of his, it wasn’t good.

“Why thank you, Daddy got it for me as a present.” You said going along.

“But guess what?” His twisted smile widened.

“What?” You leaned in close to his face, leaving just inches between your faces.

“I bet you’d look better out of it.” He looked into your eyes for a moment before closing the gap and tackling you. You reached up and pulled his face down onto your own. Locking your lips together.

You slid your cold hands down Phillips chest until you felt the hem of his shirt. Slowly, you slipped your hands inside and ran them against his bare skin.

“Here ill make that easier for you.” He sat up, straddling your hips. With one fluid motion he tore off his shirt and threw it across the room. God, he was perfect. Phillip was that perfect in between where he wasn’t ripped but he had just enough muscle to make a girl go weak in the knees.

He leaned down once more. This time pressing your chests together. Keeping eye contact, you fiddled with the waist band of his pants. Slowly untying the bow that held them taunt.

You pushed your fingers past the fabric and rested your palm on his hip bone.

“We’re ba- Phillip oh my god!” A woman’s voice barked from the door way. You whipped your hand out of your boyfriend’s pants. Turning your head to the side to see none other than Mrs. Eliza Hamilton standing in the hall looking into the living room at you and her son.

“What’s the matter Eliz…oh. Oh?” Mr. Hamilton joined her in gawking at the two of you. You looked up and poor Phillip was still on top of you, starting back at his parents. His face pale. You cleared your throat softly to try and get his attention. That didn’t work at all. “Phillip!” You whispered harshly. Still no response. “Phillip!” You put your hand on his cheek and forced him to meet your eyes. “You might want to sit up right about now. Sound like a good plan?” He nodded his head and wordlessly pushed his body up and off your own. You sat up along with him.

Well this was just perfect. There are two confused and angry Hamilton’s standing in the door frame. Another half naked on the couch, and the girl he was just on top of. Sounds fun right?

“Welp. We came back because your sister forgot her suitcase. So I’m gonna go grab that. You got this Eliza?” As Mr. Hamilton crossed the room he looked back at his son and tried not to laugh. Failing miserably he ran upstairs covering his mouth.

“You’re not helping dear!” His wife called up after him. Planting her palm into her forehead. She stepped into the room and sat on a chair adjacent to the two of you.

“What am I going to do with you Phillip?” She let out a deep sigh. “Will you at least introduce me to your little friend here?”

“My name is Y/N.” You piped up. It was quite obvious that your boyfriend was still to shocked to say anything.

“Do you have a last name dear?” Eliza was obviously faking the huge smile on her face. “It’s umm… my last name is…” You looked over at Phillip hoping that he could offer some sort of help. Guess not. Your eyes turned back to Mrs. Hamilton.

“It’s James.”

“It’s Thomas.”

You and Phillip said at the exact same time. Shit, this wasn’t going well.

“What’s your last name?” Alexander came bounding down the stairs, a small suitcase in hand. He continued on until he was in the seat next to his wife.

“My name is.. it’s umm… it’s a name, that’s for sure.” There was sweat on your brow. The Hamilton’s could sense something was wrong.

“What is is girl?” Mr. Hamilton was getting more annoyed by the second.

“MylastnameisBurr.” You mumbled covering your mouth with your hand. You looked up at Mr. Hamilton, lowered your hand and offered a smile. Hoping to get him to back off a little.

“What’s your name damnit?” Alexander was activated with your lack of cooperation, but what were you supposed to do?

“Her last name is Burr, dad.” Phillip sounded so defeated, it broke your heart.

anonymous asked:

How would Rohan react when comes home to find his S/O greeting him with a smile ("Welcome back, master" xp) while wearing a maid outfit?

I wrote a scenario for this! I hope you like it ;) It was one of the requests I was dying to answer.

Rohan Kishibe.

It became a routine to receive Rohan being more unpleasant than he can usually be when he’s back from some working trip or a meeting with his editor. But there was something bitter on his voice when he called you to inform he was already going back.”Rough day…”, you thought. And when he had one of those he was difficult to manage. You actually were expecting everything to go well in his meeting so you could celebrate later with a nice dinner or something, but due to the circumstances you’d might make a slight change on your plans for the night.

Hours later, Rohan finally arrives. “I’m home!” he shouts, as he doesn’t finds you on the door as they usually are. He frowned his eyebrows, your keys were still there and that meant you couldn’t have gone outside. But all lights were off and there wasn’t a sign of life in the place. Resigned, he went upstairs and could see the light of the bedroom you both shared, and that made him get more upset than he already was; why in the world would you ignore him when he just arrived? “Hey, I said I-”

Oh.

He immediately stopped when he saw you, sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing a cute maid outfit he didn’t know you had. The skirt was incredibly short and the high stockings were a plus to the costume, but the best thing for him was that you were on it. “Welcome home, master~” were your exact words when he stepped into the room with a not so innocent smile that told him which were your intentions for that night. He was moving towards you, but still with a strange look on his face.

You noticed how he started to look at your body with a little discretion, but his frown was still there. You opted to stand up and get closer to him. His hands rested, finally, on your hips, moving slowly until they were almost in your ass. “What is the meaning of this?” he whispered to your ear. And when you opened your mouth to talk, one of his thumbs went straight between your lips. You started to suck slightly at it, as he continued talking. “And I don’t mean other than what is the meaning of you getting so close to me without permission. You said I’m your master, huh?” When you saw a sly grin appear in his lips, you knew he was ready to play, too. “Don’t you think you should show more respect to me, the great Rohan Kishibe?” He only let go of you when he started to unbuckle his pants. Instinctively, you got yourself on your knees.

“What a cute maid… I have to be a great master to keep you all eager to my return…” he complimented you as you sucked him off. It looked like the situation was enough to make him hard, as you were feeling on your mouth. From down there, you could see Rohan’s mood have notably improved. Also, from his position, he thought you looked hot as hell.

You actually wouldn’t have minded if he finished inside your mouth, but after some minutes he tugged your hair to separate yourself from him and instructed you to get to the bed, order that you got done quickly. As you started to undress, his voice interrupted your actions. “Hey. Who could say you could take your clothes off?”

And who would’ve guessed Rohan was so into that? In a matter of seconds you were already a mess, screaming his name with pleasure as he shoved his cock raw deep inside you. He had heard his name in your voice like that many times, and you knew he loved it. He loved to be praised, so you were making sure to say how good was he making you feel, how nice he filled you up as his rapid thrusts were making you curl your feet and making you feel each second closer to heaven. Rohan, Rohan, all what was going in your mind was him. He put his hand in your mouth, and before liberating it he requested “Call me master”, quite the kinky mangaka.

And with a “Master!” you came undone at the same time as him. He stays still inside you as his orgasm still makes him pant a little, to finally throw his body on the bed. You followed him doing the same at his side, both of you tired from the little roleplay you did. And you didn’t need to see his face to know he was exhausted, but feeling great.

“…That was good. Let’s do it again sometime.”

What Are You Doing?//Pack & L.D.//

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Originally posted by bomb-kid

“What are you doing?”

Pairing(s):Pack x Child!Reader, Liam x Younger!Sister!Reader

Requested? Yes (not on CoTW)

Request: Could you do a child!reader and pack Christmas imagine where they take the reader to see/ take a picture with Santa and the pack finds Y/N peeking under the Christmas tree looking at the presents? -Anon

Word Count: 1,183

A/N: I have 0 regrets for the length.

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Cooking by the Book

Jordan Fisher x Reader
Words: 684
Request: 

the jonathan fletcher gc: WE NEED MORE

well okay i ain’t gonna deny the squad of another part. this will be the last thing i post because i am exhausted and i can’t feel my left hand (yay wrist problems). so goodnight! for real this time x

requests are open as usual. enjoy your day / night!

Masterlist

Originally posted by arianagrandes

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You opened your door to the cocoa eyed boy that had become your lover over the past few weeks. He was always early, and always bright eyed when he showed up at your door.

“Morning Jordan,” You said, rubbing your eyes and smiling at him. “Are we off on another breakfast adventure this morning?”

“No, I figured we could stay in today. As much as I love you, I can’t spend all of my money on you. Plus, you have a perfectly good kitchen here that’s going to waste,” Jordan stated, walking into your apartment and placing two coffees down on your dining table. “But I did buy breakfast in case we fail at cooking.”

“I see you have faith in me,” You stated, laughing quietly and shutting the door. “How’s the album going without me?”

Jordan pouted slightly. “I miss you so much. I’m sorry. I should’ve taken the blame for breaking that equipment…” He said, biting his lip. He looked up at you sadly.

“Hey, don’t say that. It was only an internship anyway. It’s not like it was going to become my career. Just something to fill in time and get some extra credit,” You replied, shrugging. You ruffled his hair, heading into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Anything jumping out at you?” Jordan asked, wrapping his around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Honestly, I haven’t been shopping in weeks. We can have eggs, or fruit salad,” You stated, furrowing your brows. “I swear I have something else…”

“I got you bread the other day on the way back from Hamilton. How does eggs on toast sound?” Jordan suggested, looking around the kitchen in an attempt to locate the bread. He unwrapped his arms from around you, opening the cupboard and grabbing the loaf. “Found it!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cooked eggs before. This could end badly,” You stated, taking the eggs out of the fridge and putting the carton next to the stove. You found a frying pan, putting it on the stove and putting some butter the pan before turning on the flame.

“I’m sure it can’t end that badly,” Jordan stated, picking up one of the eggs and tossing it in the air. The egg smashed when it landed in his hand, splattering all over the two of you and your kitchen. You bit your lip, holding in your laughter and picking up another egg. You cracked it on the edge of the pan, putting the yolk and the white in the pan.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” Jordan mumbled, placing the egg shell in the bin and looking at the ground. You smirked, picking up two pieces of bread and putting them on the sides of his head.

“What are you?” You asked.

“Are you being serious right now?” Jordan asked, pouting slightly. He huffed when seeing the serious look you were giving him. “An idiot sandwich…”

You burst out laughing, dropping the pieces of bread and doubling over as you continued to laugh.

“It’s not that funny! Hey, what’s that smell?” Jordan asked, turning to see the egg burning in the pan. He quickly turned off the flame, using a spatula and getting the egg from the pan in the bin.

You slowly calmed down from your laughing fit, standing up straight and looking at Jordan, who was glaring at you with his hands on his hips. “You had one job!” He exclaimed, pouting. “I was really looking forward to eggs.”

“If you stop complaining, I won’t make you clean up,” You replied, crossing your arms. Jordan’s hands dropped from his hips, resting at his side. He moved forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’re the love of my life, you know that right?” He said, smirking. You rolled your eyes, opening the fridge and grabbing the assorted fruits you had left over.

“Can we agree to never try and cook again?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend. Jordan chuckled, nodding as he picked up the two slices of bread from the floor.

“Never again.”