sorry its so late these are harder than i though damn

My Teddy Bear (M)

word count: 3.3k

genre: smut (this is really dirty and self-indulgent im so sorry) ; domestic AU

pairing: reader/changkyun

summary: you’re best friends & roommates with changkyun; as close as two people could be without being married or related. but one night, you overhear something that changes your relationship with him forever. question is: is it for the better?


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You Belong With Me

Originally posted by perryskeet

A/N: AND SHE RETURNS!!! Hello, it only took me eight years but here I am, with something new, especially for @thatsadbreakfastclub and our mutual love of Reggie. Its not perfect but it’s s o m e t h i n g (hopefully it’s not eight more years until the next one)

Summary: Walking alone in Riverdale can be dangerous, especially at night when well-meaning football players are lurking. (Andrews!Reader)

Word Count: 2,133

Warnings: N o n e, ‘cept some mild fear at the beginning 

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Daddy Lessons

In which Bitty comes out to his Daddy. (The mom version)

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It sounded like the beginning of a joke. Two Bittles walk into a den.

Eric stood awkwardly in front of his dad’s gigantic trophy case, his body slouched and his fingers intertwined in front of him. His adrenaline was still soaring from the conversation he’d just had with his mother and he could still catch a faint hint of smoke clinging to his button-down.

The elder Bittle was sitting in his favorite navy blue recliner, the hideous and torn one that had been banned from the living room after one (or ten) too many years of service. He held his ipad aloft in front of him as he scrolled through a sports news feed with a scowl. His body language was open, but intimidating, just like always. Richard had a habit of completely filling up every room he was in without meaning to.

The easy commanding presence was great for coaching, not so much for parenting. He knew that his son found it intimidating. The boy was far too soft-hearted for his own good, never wanting to bother or upset anyone. Afraid to speak up for himself for fear of being considered a burden.

Polite to a fault that kid. Just like his mama.

It wasn’t that Eric was afraid of his father. Of course not. He was afraid of disappointing him. Of not living up to his expectations and legacy.

It was the worst kind of fear. Self-imposed and corrosive. Everpresent. A lens that had colored every interaction between the two of them for more than half of Eric’s life, starting with the disaster that was his very first football game.

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Bloody, Bruised & Broken but Still Beautiful_El Diablo x Reader

Anon asked:

Hi!😊 😊 I love your writing and I was wondering if I could get one when Diablo realizes that he loves you and you mean everything to him? Mushy, I know 😂 maybe a little love smut added if you do smut, of you don’t its fine 😄 Thanks!!!

Jenn’s Note: Hell yeah, way angsty than I think either of us meant.Also, no smut.

Word count: 1230

Warnings: Angst and suicide squad spoilers and of course swearing, sometimes in spanish.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Originally posted by buzluviski

Originally posted by torturezone

When Chato Santana turned himself in and then was shipped off to Belle Reve, he made a promise. He vowed not to let anyone in. People he let in always got hurt, without fault. Even when she was shoved into the cell with him, battered and bruised. He brushed her off, ignoring her attempts at conversation and staying silent. Still she spoke with him, one sided conversations that filled the echoing silence. He didn’t hate her though, he was afraid. Afraid of himself and what he could do. She didn’t give up though. That just wasn’t who Y/N L/N was.

“You have a problem with me or something?” She asked one day. “’Cause I’m trying here. We’re gonna be stuck in here for who knows how long and I’m trying my hardest to make the best of it.” She was frustrated and it was then Chato realized why she was on here with him. Not because they had run out of cells or because it was some form of cruel punishment. It was because she was cursed, same as him. Born with the devil’s gift. Too late he realized what was happening and the guards flooded the cell.

“Hold your breath. Two minutes. Now.” He spoke quickly, taking a deep breath and disappearing under the frigid water. She followed but a second after. One hundred twenty seconds passed, burning their lungs until they were left coughing on the wet rusty floor.

“What the fuck was that?” She grumbled, spitting out more water onto the floor.

Chato tried his best to stay away after that, cursed or not he was a danger to her, but he found himself slipping up. Smiling at her bed jokes and nodding along with her one sided conversations. Unintentionally pushing Y/N to try harder, to better try to get to know the mysterious man. There were days when he consciously pushed her away, gave her the cold the cold shoulder, but there were also days when wondered if it was worth it, and days that he didn’t think about it, getting too close without realizing. Involuntarily the cold shoulder days became less and less frequent until he found himself engaging in her conversations. She came to appreciate the sound of his voice when he did speak and he was grateful that he wasn’t alone anymore.

It was raining the first day he let her touch him. It was cold, not that either of them noticed, and once again they found themselves sitting across from each other, talking about whatever came up. The gloomy weather lead to conversations sadder than usual. It was that day he told her about his family, how when he was angry things happened that he couldn’t control. Things that he would always regret. He was staring blankly out the window, eyes glassy.  She smiled sadly and moved so she was sitting next to him. Chato sucked in a breath as her arm went around his shoulder, the first time someone other than a cop or guard had touched him in ages. He was scared, terrified of hurting her. After a moment he let out his breath and laid his head on her shoulder. There was no need to say anything.

He knew he was fucking everything up, getting to close but damn it felt good. He didn’t want to stop, he couldn’t stop. Everything she did was fascinating, the way she talked, the way she didn’t. The way she said his name, not Diablo, Chato. It was insane how well she could read him, knowing when he wanted to talk and when he needed to be left alone. She knew when it was okay to lay on the sorry excuse for a bed next to him or if she should sleep on the floor. They were like two pieces of a puzzle, peas in a pod… or something.

It was raining the day he died. He was still breathing, conscious and everything that technically qualified as living, but something had changed. It was one of those days where he just needed to sit and think, so she let him. A clap of thunder at the opposite end of the compound shocked him to a realization, the one that killed him. He realized why he let her touch him, why every time she was taken he worried for her. He realized why he let her use his real name and why he stupidly let himself get too close.



He loved her. Chato Santana had fallen in love with Y/N L/N. El Diablo had fallen for the Angel of Fire. He wiped away the stray tear that was making its way down his cheek, sucking in a breath through his teeth. She watched him from the other side of the cell, eyes filled with concern.

“You okay, Chato?” She asked

“Si, I’m good.” He nodded. She was skeptical but let it go. He took a deep breath, silently cussing himself once more. He was naive and alone and let himself do something he swore he wouldn’t. It was raining the day he realized he was in love.

That night he found himself looking at her through tired eyes at a time well past when he should have been asleep. She was sleeping though, laying on the slab next to him. She was relaxed and her face was the visage of peacefulness and contentment. Chato looked upon her like she was a masterpiece so artfully crafted by expert hands. She yawned, rousing from whatever dreamland she had been occupying, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him with furrowed brows. Chato hadn’t even realized he was crying until Y/N’s soft hands wiped the tears from under his eyes.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked, sleep slurring her voice. He didn’t answer for a few seconds, holding her gaze. Laying face to face with him was a woman whose skin was just as hot as his, someone he wasn’t constantly afraid of hurting, and she was worried about him. So he did something he might regret later but at this point he decided it honestly didn’t matter. It was worth it. In a second he ghosted his lips over hers. He stayed there for a moment, waiting for her to push him away, but she didn’t. In fact she closed the sliver of distance between and kissed him.

They kissed in a gesture so meaningful and intimate that it caused a flurry of butterflies in Y/N’s stomach. Their eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the moment. She kissed back with just as much emotion as him, as much love, because somewhere between the near drownings and the silent days she had fallen for him too. They understood each other in a way no one else could fathom.

“I…” He couldn’t find the words after they pulled apart.

“I know.” She whispered, smiling. “I love you too.” Her voice was barely audible. His hear soared as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder before curling up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and he sighed contentedly. As she fell asleep he replayed her words in his head over and over again until he realized something.

It was raining the night Chato Santana realized, nearly a year after Y/N had been dumped in his cell, that he wasn’t alone anymore.


anonymous asked:

Last ep Iris said that she used to think she was the only one who didn't get the Flash, so maybe a fic of Barry showing her just how much of the Flash she gets? :P

omg nonnie, this was probably the most fun I’ve had writing a prompt. Thank you for this AWESOME idea. i reallllly hope you like it. (note – it’s smutty as hell soooo …. YEAH, ENJOY :)

you can also read/save this on AO3.

The thing about words are that they can’t be unsaid; they burrow into the hollow of one’s soul, finding purchase in uncertainty. They twist at and pull and gnarl the strings of it, leaving behind a patchwork web of hurts that just don’t heal right.

Sometimes it feels like the Flash is this guy my boyfriend becomes when he runs off to save other people. Like I’m the only one who doesn’t get the Flash. He felt separate from you.

She’d finished her declaration with the truth — that she loved him, all of him. But there was something … off about Barry, now. Something she couldn’t quite place.

Sure, they were happy enough. Cooking dinners together was still a delight, with him sneaking up behind her to add bits of seasoning or pepper her neck with warm, distracting kisses; their Tuesday movie night was a blast, full of sugar highs from dollar store candy and debates over whether Sam needed to carry Frodo up Mount Doom or not; Wednesday night was full of throaty moans and warm flesh pressed against various surfaces — the kitchen table, couch cushions, cool glass of the patio doors — as Iris’ third orgasm rocked through her, spiraling around Barry’s needy thrusting and harsh breathing.

She’d never known this kind of blissful happiness. But her earlier words lingered between them somehow; they folded themselves into the way he eyed her, green gaze molten with worry.

So on the night of the annual Central City Charity Gala, Iris thought she might ease the tension by inviting him to paint the town with her.

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The Reason || Taehyung Tokyo Ghoul Au

{a/n}- Just like in my other stories, I give the main character a name, but really it’s just a nickname so I can connect with the story easier. It’s a [y/n] fic, but the characters called her Mae, so whenever you see Mae just picture that it says [y/n] instead if you want.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten. With the rise in security around the city it’s too risky to eat right now. As if his anger towards humans wasn’t strong enough already, now to fuel its fire, they go and make survival even harder for his kind. His stomach ached from his hunger, which only got worse as he smelled the flesh of those who passed in front of him. 

It wasn’t long before he felt the urge to feed so badly that he had to hide his face between his knees to keep his eyes, that he knew had already changed, out of anyone’s sight. He didn’t know how he was going to make it out of this. If he got up and walked away, his eyes would reveal what he was and he would be killed. And if he just stayed sitting there, soon he would no longer be able to hold back his other side and he would lash out and eat, which would also cause him to be discovered and then killed. If he doesn’t find a third option very soon he would not live to see the next day.

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You’re Not Bastian...

Anon asked: Hey! I love your blog so much! Could you do a Poe X reader with “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting" au? 

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Oh my god, this prompt just sounded so awkward and hilarious, I had to do it. Thank you, Anon!)

Plot Summary: All you were doing was just fixing Poe’s proton-torpedo launcher. Just a simple task for you as the Chief Engineer. What you didn’t expect, however, was the sting of someone smacking your butt while you were bent over, trying to fix a few gears from inside Poe’s X-Wing.

Warning: Light Swearing

Originally posted by fkcoolcreator

“Last one on the list, Chief. You sure you want to take this one? It’s not scheduled until tomorrow.” Aurelai, one of the mechanics, handed you the paperwork.

“It’s Dameron again. He’s becoming a regular around here, and he’s the most frequent flyer. He’s one of the priorities when he damages his ship.” You sighed, putting the paper onto a clipboard.

“Oh Y/N, you’re blushing!” Aurelai nudged you with her elbow.

“No, I’m not.” You turned away from her.

“Come on, think about it. It’s a clear, starry night tonight. You and Poe, atop his X-Wing, counting out the stars. He shuffles, turning over to you, lips ever so clo-” You shoved one of the clean rags into her face.

“That’s enough, Aurelai. Don’t you have an early shift tomorrow?” 

She sputtered out the cloth, still grinning.

“Come on, Y/N. It’s meant to be and you know it! You two clearly like eachother! Even the General says so! She’s all like, ‘How are Poe and Y/N not together yet? He and her clearly enjoy one another’s company.’” She giggled.

“Aurelai, shoo!” You yelled, a whining tone coming from you as you hid your face behind your clipboard as she skipped off to her room.

“I swear, she’s going to be the death of me.” You sighed and started your journey to Poe’s landing deck.

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Scrooge Howell

Summary: Dan Howell absolutely hates Christmas. Although maybe he should’ve warned his new roommate before Christmas came, as now he was in the metaphorical equivalent to Christmas Bootcamp.

Word Count: 3.3k

Contains: Christmas

My other chirstmas oneshots:

-malevolent mistletoes: enemies to lovers drabble

-mistletoe miracles: christmas smut

-christmas can’t be cancelled: also christmas smut

-snowdin: not really christmas but totally cold be

-fireplace cuddles: same as snowdin

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not my gif WARNING SMUT

My heels  clicked on the ground as I ran out of the rain into Oswald’s bar, I was supposed to meet ed here at 8 the time now being 830. Running in I saw him sitting at the bar looking pretty sad, I gave the guy my coat as I walked forward, I could hear him grumbling to himself.

“hey ed.”

He head shot over a smile spreading across his face.

“you came”

“of course, sorry im so late, I missed the bus and the cab took forever.”

“I could of came and got you.”

“ I know, I didn’t wanna bother you.”

“your never a bother y/n”

He grabbed my hand kissing my knuckles, ed and I were friends with tension. We never hooked up or anything of that sort. I helped him get the courage to ask ms.kringle out when he came into my bookstore looking for pick up line books. We started talked and we became very good friends after the fact. We meet for coffee on Tuesdays and he tells me about his crush and I tell him about mine. But I guess after he told me ms.kringle chose a horrible man over him, he got closer to me, I know im only filling a void but he makes me feel warm. He ordered me a Long Island giving the bartender a charming smile.

“your gonna need to catch up y/n.”  

“ no problem.”

Taking my drink, we moved over to a booth. We were in the corner far enough where the horrible music didn’t bother us but we still felt like we were in the club.  

“why this place ed?’

’‘im friends with the owner, free drinks.”

“you know the penguin?”

“saved his life actually.”

“damn well Bravo ed.”

Clicking our glasses together we ordered a round of patron for me and him. Taking down 2 shots, I asked ed if we could step out, I didn’t wanna get drunk but wanted a buzz. We stepped outside the cold air hitting me making goose bumps appear.

“so Ed Tell me what happened with Kirsten?”

“well, I went to ask her out and her boyfriend officer Doherty stepped in and called me a freak and making fun of my riddles and ill show him…….”

He started to trail off, his eye twitching horribly.

“ed calm down, I know it hurts but she isn’t worth your sanity, trust me. I moved here for the man I loved only to find him in bed with some 2 bit whore from the block.”

“im sorry.”

“eh, you move on, forget and forgive, if he hadn’t brought me here, I would of never met you.”

“ that would not be good.”

“not at all.”

We went back in the penguin sitting at the bar waving us over.

“oswald this is y/n my very good friend.”

“ive heard a lot about you y/n , you must mean a lot to Edward.”

“hes my best friend , I’d do anything for him.”

Oswald didn’t let go of my hand, he started to squeeze rather hard on my hand. He let me go my hand pulsing from the lack of blood flow. Edward came back over with drinks in his hand. Handing me one and Oswald the other, we all sat talking for a bit. When I started to feel claustrophobic and I needed to go outside. Crashing through the crowd I ran out the bar catching my breath as the cold air rushed by. Ed ran after me, grabbing my hand when he caught up.

“are you okay?”

'i’m okay, just felt smothered.“

Ed lead me over to the wall wear I leaned against it looked up at the city lights, cop sirens and dogs barking filling the air.

’'gotham is a dump.”

“ its not to bad.”

“name one thing.”


I looked at ed who was just smiling at me, so sweetly. I was about to speak when a rather large hand slapped me on my butt. I spun around to see a man, standing not 2 feet away from me. Ed came over leading me back inside when we got back to our booth I excused myself to the ladies room, coming out  I could hear some guy giving ed a hard time, he was wearing a GCPD uniform the badge reading Doherty, the same guy from outside.

“damn ed did your girl leave you, no surprise you are a creep.”

Ed didn’t say anything. He just put his head down. He was stronger than he though I know he is. The guy kept yelling at ed, finally walking away, I headed over.

“why didn’t you yell back ed, your not lesser than him.”

“I don’t want trouble,”

“you don’t deserve to be treated like a weirdo, when there’s nothing wrong with you ,I’m gonna get us some shots, when I come back we are gonna box.”

Winking at him, making him laugh as I walked away. Getting to the bar I ordered to jager and redbull. The man who was yelling at ed, came my way, placing his hand on my lower back. His touch just giving me the creeps, I grabbed his hand removing it. He has a lot of nerve his hand coming back up this time grabbing my butt firmly.

“how you doin hunny , im Danny, whats your name.”

“ gett tha , get tha fuck away from  me.”

His hand came up to my chin making my head snap his way.

“who you hear with baby.”

“edward nygma, whats is to you”

“ha that little punk.”

His hand started to squeeze harder on my chin making my cheeks hurt, when his hand was ripped away I opened my eyes to see ed holding his wrist pushing him back.

“you okay y/n?”

“im okay, thank you.”

Danny pushed ed back, standing up puffing his chest up, like a ape.

“the fuck, why the hell are you touching me nygma?”

“don’t touch the lady then.”

“ill do whatever the fuck I want with the lady, hey baby why don’t you leave the zero and see what it’s liked to get fucked by a real man.”

I lunged forward to slapped him across the face, when ed grabbed my wrist dragging me out of the club. Getting in his car we drove off to his place.

“ed slow down your drunk.”

“ Don’t call me that, my name is Edward.”

“im sorry, slow down, you shouldn’t be driving Edward.”

Pulling up to his house, we went inside, ed went straight into his bathroom, placing my ear against the door I wanted to make sure he wasn’t sick, all I could hear is talking.

“let’s prove you’re a man.”

“not with her please , she’s all I got.”

“lets make her ours then.”

Knocking on the door, he started yelling shut up before opening it just a crack.  

“hey ed, im too drunk to walk home , I’m gonna crash here, take a shower and come chill.”

“ of course, take the bed.”

He came out about five min later a robe wrapped around him.

“im not naked don’t worry.”


Winking at him always made him blush.  I pulled a rolled joint out of my purse, waving it in the air.

“I know you work with cops, but come on.”

“ okay.”

I lit the joint taking to hits before passing it to him, his first hit he choked horribly. He smiled at me after a while he got used to it taking hit. Ed sat up hitting the joint softly.

“ I wanna try something.”

Leaning over to me his lips connected to mine passing the hit from him to me. After the hit was given he didn’t move our lips still locked he started to actually kiss me. Kissing back his lips moved with mine the smoke coming out over out faces.   pushing  me down he started climbing onto of me. His eyes were dark he didn’t look like the ed I knew.

“you okay ed, I know we drank but we can stop.”

'shhh its Edward remember.“

’'okay? , are you okay?”

“im great thinking about how the cop at the bar called to you, telling you he was gonna fuck you like a real man, like I couldn’t do that already.”

My face grew red, Edward had never been this blunt before.

“you know sweet Eddie here, thinking about you naked daily. He thinks about all the things he wants to do to you.”

“eddie doesn’t think of me like that ,he’s too sweet.”

“well that’s why he has me , doll”

“what do you mean?”

“oh, well see your little geeky sidekick here, is a phsyco. There’s Eddie, little punk who gets bullied around then there’s me Edward, the one who doesn’t fuck around.”

He leaned over me running his hand up my shirt while the other removed his glasses.

“im gonna switch between Eddie and I and let’s see how he really see’s you..”

His lips crashed into mine, his tongue demanding entrance, opening my mouth I felt his hand running up my shirt rubbing over my nipples grabbing the between his fingers. He sat up removing my shirt and his own before coming down and biting on my neck, a moan escaped my mouth as my legs wrapped around his hips when suddenly he stopped. Sitting up the look of embarrassment and horror spread across his face. Ed sat up crawling over the edge of the bed burying his head into his pillow.

“im sorry y.n , he didn’t hurt you did he?”

Without thinking I went over, pulling his face to mine, pulling his lips into a deep kiss as I straddled his lap. His hands reaching up to my hips pulling me into him, pulling back I looked at him.

“show me how a real man does it Eddie.”

His eyes went dark as he flipped me over his lips connecting to my neck immediately. Biting down I stripped out of my panties and was now laying here naked, ed only in his boxers. Reaching down for his boxers he caught my hand before I could. Putting my hand inside his boxers I could feel his hard dick waiting for me, grabbing his dick, I started to stroke it making him moan into my neck. Pulling my hand away. He looked down at me, he started to leave kisses traveling down my side to my hips. Finally getting to between my thighs. He kissed each side of my thighs. Looking back up at me, I could see his smile spreading across his face.

“you know ed thinks about him using his tongue on you, hearing you moan his name, god how he thinks about fucking you.”

I felt his tongue go up my slit making me moan and arch my back, he started to lick me all over, using his tongue in very intricate ways. Dipping my nails into his hair my back arching to every move he made.

“oh god Edward don’t stop”  

His paced began to slow down, his voice not so harsh but he never stopped, making me moan and whimper his name. Feeling my orgasm near, I started to moan and beg as I came clenching my thighs around him. He crawled up his lips connecting with mine, his face still wet from me. I began running my hand down his stomach feeling his tense up at my touch. Going into his boxer I gripped his dick and began stroking it while whimper how bad I wanted him. He lips reconnected with my neck this time softly and gently. I could feel myself wanting him so bad. His lips comes up connecting with mine, his kiss hard but passionate, his hand started to grip my hip tightly, bring his lips to my ear.

“tell me what you want.”

“ I want you to fuck me Eddie , please!”

Sitting up he removed his boxers quickly, flipping me onto my knees and hands. He pushed my head down onto a pillow his hand rubbing up my back. Stopping at my tailbone slapping my ass. Lining his dick up with me I could feel him start to rub his head on me.

“ now when I fuck you ,im gonna let little Eddie know and hear you moan.”


Slamming his dick into my I screamed his name as his pace started strong and deep. His hands grabbed my hips pulling me up more, making his dick hit my g spot over and over.

“oh god Eddie please don’t stop, your gonna make me cum.”

His hand traveled around finding my clit as he fucked me in sync. I could feel my orgasm approaching his fingers working wonders at I screamed his name, my pussy clenching around his dick. I could feel warm liquid coming down my thighs as he began to thrust again. His hands rubbing up the side of my body.

Feeling his breath start hitting the back of my neck, I knew this was Eddie, he wanted to be slow and close. His thrust began to speed up his nails digging into my sides.

“god this better than I imagined.”

His began to thrust harder, making my hand slip. He flipped me onto my back, sticking his dick back into him, his pace felt like he never stopped. He bit down on my bottom lip. Arching my back I could feel another orgasm approaching. Wrapping my legs around his waist, whimpers coming out of my mouth I could hear him growl.

“cum for me!.”

His demanding tone sent me over the edge, climaxing around his dick once again, he pulled out jerking it over me, cum spilling all over me, he let out a quiet shudder before rolling over to my side out of breath and speechless.


'ed you don’t have to say anything.“

We sat for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

’'excuse me.”

I walked over to the bathroom, cleaning myself off, I realized I didn’t bring my clothes, walking out ed walked over in his sweatpants handing me his shirt and my panties. Slipping them both on , he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, walking over to the bed he fell on top of me, his lips meeting mine.

Care Giver Pt 17 by Y.Black & Dscurve


It’s been four months and my relationship with Kelvin was thriving despite Marissa living in his apartment. He rarely went there and instead had halfway moved in with me! I was so hot the day we found out she was pregnant! But the patient I had scheduled for surgery wanted to talk to me before I operated. She told me if there was someone in my life that I loved, to take the time to love them on their level and not try to change them because complete each other if they are good fit. It shouldn’t be a fight. For some reason those words sank into my heart and cleared all the anger from my body. I knew I loved Kelvin. I knew he loved me. Though things weren’t falling in line like we wanted, we remained constant. Honestly my life was more of a thrill after meeting Kelvin than ever before! So when he showed up at my house that night, I had already picked up dinner and had on a black fishnet teddy with black stiletto heels! I was ready to serve him! With Helen already waiting in the bedroom, she was a nice dessert!

   So fast forward four months and as Marissa grew bigger and bigger, my suspicions about her pregnancy dissipated. I only saw her when I drove Kelvin to get something’s from his apartment. I honestly think he’s going to give her the place and just move in with me. With only 2 more months on the lease, he really needed to tell her! If she had any plans of getting Kelvin back that shit was a wrap. Helen was doing great at her new job and now was thinking about applying for a position that had just opened up! She asked if I’d come by and help her freshen up on some medical procedures when I got off of work. So, I stopped to pick up some pizza on my way. I knocked on her door and glanced over at Kelvin’s place… well soon to be Marissa’s. Kelvin was helping David move some of Ashley’s bigger pieces of furniture into storage so he wouldn’t be anywhere near here. I was tempted to pop up on Marissa but she might answer the door with an assault rifle! I chuckle to myself as I knocked again. I only wished Kelvin would catch a hint from David and solidifying things with me! I was glad for Ashley that she and David were moving things along so fast! Yet I was a little jealous that Kelvin was dragging his feet about moving in fully. I glared at his door imagining Marissa next door sitting on the couch eating ice cream. Helen said a few times she thought she’d seen Paul’s car leaving the complex. Maybe he had a new woman here, but he was leaving her alone so she didn’t care. He crashed at her house the night Marissa moved in. Apparently after drinking a few beers he wanted to wait for her to come home to talk and passed out in his car. The next morning they did talk only to end things formally.

The pizza was hot in my hand so I knocked again. Just as I was about to knock a fourth time Helen opened the door. Her hair was wet and curly; I could smell vanilla and jasmine as I entered the apartment. “Sorry I was in the shower. Let me throw something on, drinks are in the fridge. I watch her as she unwraps the towel from her waist and her voluptuous ass jiggles down the hall. “Focus…. Focus…” I say to myself as I placed the pizza on the table. Kelvin and I agreed not to fuck her alone. I dispersed a few pieces onto plates and grabbed some soda and sat down. I kept my eyes down as Helen entered the kitchen yet I could definitely smell her sensual aroma. She chattered on about the position and the details of the job and I nodded every now focusing on my food. Her sheer lavender dress was no less distracting than the towel wrapped loosely around her body earlier! Yet eventually as she stayed fixated on the task I did as well and before I knew it two hours had passed! We were deep into reviewing when the temperature in the room was too much from the fireplace so I removed my sweater. I had a low cut pink camisole on with my black leggings. “What kind of bra is that?” Helen asked pulling down the front of my camisole to see the lace ensemble beneath. I laughed pulling it down fully so she could see the zebra design. “It’s so sexy!” she says tracing the lace trim across my breasts. I look at her as her eyes stay glued on the bra; she runs the tips of her fingertips across the lace. “Umm… it’s a balconette from Vicky’s.” She nods slightly and looks into my eyes. She’s dangerously close and honestly I’m trying hard to behave! I look away and scoot back slightly not wanting to engage in her without Kelvin. “Is it a set?” I look at her and my guard lowers again since I’ve become so comfortable with her over the months I quickly answer. “Yea, a thong.” Without her asking I voluntarily stand up and pull down my leggings to my thighs so she can see the zebra print thong and turn to the side to show off the lace trim across my hips down the crack of my ass. As I turn back to face her I gasp as her soft delicate lips press against my skin right on the V of my hip! Her teeth graze my skin and I moan as she sucks on my flesh and slides her tongue tracing my V down to my pussy mound! “Fuuucckk…” I moan putting a hand on  her hair as she kisses my pussy mound, pulling down my thong. I relinquish everything as she pulls my thong and leggings off, her soft lips cover my clit!

    “Helen….” I scream as she sucks on it, slipping a finger inside my pussy. “Fuuuuucck…” I moan again as I stagger on my feet. She holds my thighs to steady me as her tongue slides up and down my pussy lips, my head begins to throb. “We… we …. Shouldn’t….” I moan but as her tongue slides past my pussy lips I moan gripping her hair, parting my thighs as her tongue strokes my pussy! “O fuck Helen!” I moan falling back on the sofa. Her tongue strokes feel amazing as she holds my legs, pinning them back against the sofa I moan as her tongue darts in and out of my pussy! Faster and faster she tongue fucks me as my pussy attempts to clasp around her tongue she teases me by sucking on my clit! “Helen…..” I moan practically begging for her to push me over the edge. She rolls her tongue over my clit and I moan groping my breasts through my bra. Then she stops and stands stripping quickly but I’m a little pissed that’s she stopped but I quickly remove my camisole and bra as she steps to me and takes hold of right breast and covers it with my mouth! “OOOOO Janay!” she moans as her knees buckle. She straddles me on the couch as I tag team from one breast to the other, rolling my tongue around her nipples, sucking on them, loving her moans as she grinds on my fingertips. I’m playfully torturing her clit unaware of Kelvin as he quietly slips in through the door.

   I pivot and lay of the couch as her breasts press against mine, again we kiss. Her fingers in my hair as I grabbed palms full of her ass, our clits rubbing against each other as our pussy juices wet the couch. “Oooo Helen…. Fuck….” We continue kissing and grinding our clits together as Kelvin makes his way further into the room sitting down enjoying the scene! My heart is racing as my pussy begs for more and Helen must sense it because she leans back onto the other side of the sofa, turns her body so that she’s scissored between my legs, grabs my thigh and grinds her pussy against mine! “FUCK!” I yell as the sensation of her pussy lips rubbing against mine is more than I can handle as I grip the back of the sofa biting into the leather! Her nails sink into the back of my thigh as she grips the side of the couch moaning as she looks into Kelvin’s eyes. I’m still oblivious to his presence as I moan louder the sound of our wet pussies grinding fills the room! “Damn Janay….. cum on this pussy… fuck…” My head is spinning as our hips fall in sync we grind harder and faster until finally we scream! “OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo…… AAAAAAAAAAhhhhh…..”  The sweat from our bodies coat the couch as our bodies vibrates from the climax! We continue grinding as she raises her leg; I do the same turning onto my back, grinding against her pussy in a new position now! Her wet pussy lips rub against my clit as mine does hers and within minutes we are screaming again as we squirt soaking each other down in ecstasy!  We lie there panting for moment until Kelvin clears his throat and says, “I hope ya’ll still have enough energy for me.”


I swear on everything this pregnant pussy is the best. I heard dudes talk about it but, see I never experienced it. It was living up to all the hype and then some. How the hell was Kelvin able to pull away from all this good shit was beyond me. I was having a hard enough time just trying to pull out of the pussy let alone walk away from it. Four or so months in now of late night, even midday rendezvous and I was still a little excited about it all. I felt like I was getting back at Kelvin, by fucking his baby mom’s in his house, on his couch, hell we even fucked in his bed a time or two. I made sure to steer clear of Helen’s shady ass too. There were a few close calls where I remember passing her as I left out. Thankfully though each time I was in the car and on the road already.

Marissa: Hey baby

Paul: Hey sugar

Marissa: Am I going to see you tonight?

Paul: What time?

Marissa: Now

Paul: Well open up

My plan was already to pull up on her. I was in need and I knew she was always Little Ceaser’s; you know Hot N’ Ready. She opened the door in a little black lace number. Her little pudge was so sexy to me. I gripped her ass tight as I stepped in and we embraced. I started kissing on her neck as she pulled me deeper into the house. I kicked the door shut behind me as the passion was on the rise. My lips found her breast, and began to suckle lightly. “Ooh ooh, baby they are really sensitive.” Marissa warned me. “I’m sorry baby.” I backed off and kissed lightly. I forgot the hormonal changes in her body made her nipples super sensitive. “Baby, I get so excited around you, I forgot they’ve been really tender lately.” I kissed her neck. “Paul its ok no need to apologize. Just let me suck that dick. My mouth has been craving your thickness and warmth.” She looked me square in my eyes and pushed me back on to the couch. Instant stiffness ensued. I think she had my belt off before my ass was on the sofa. She attacked my dick with a goal in mind. She wanted my nut in the back of her throat.  That shit was sloppy from the onslaught. I’m talking spit running down my shaft, up under my balls. Mercy me imma have to fight to hold this nut back. But by God if she isn’t pulling it from my clutches. I knew she could hear the changes in my voice. She gave zero fucks as she began massaging my balls, while bobbing on my shit. She paused only to put my hand on her head. Fuck me, this shit was about to be over in an instant. My legs locked and entire body followed suit. My dick throbbed as nut spewed into her mouth. The sheer pleasure on her face as my body gave into her desires was blissful. Only a tad bit of my nectar missed its mark. Her index finger made sure it found its way home. Watching her work was magic. Still breathing hard “I love you” I muttered.  Marissa looked at me with an uncertain stair. Hell I myself was confused by my own words.


Nearly 6 months into our group thing and I was still going strong. Still so much fire and desire still burning strong. Janay had every right to bounce after Marissa dropped that bomb on us in the parking lot. Despite the timeline being off and me being damn near certain I couldn’t have fathered her “child”, I didn’t put up a fight or state my claim. I knew when the shit hit the fan, my truth would prevail. To be honest I wouldn’t have blamed her after everything we had been thru in the last 13 months. Shit had been crazy almost from the minute we met. I was grateful she stayed. As well I was grateful for Helen, she played a major role as to why we were all still here. These women were the apple of my eye and simply amazing. It was so good that we were all here for one another.

Walking in with 2 dozen roses for them, to stumble in on a peep show was just fine. We had an agreement. Nobody would get it poppin’ without us all being present. But how could I be bothered walking in on these two beauties. Even better I can call them both mine. I really am surprised they’ve been able to stave off each other this long. Or maybe this the first time I caught them. Who knows?  The eye contact that Helen I shared as she devoured Janay was overly intense. She was consuming Nay yet visually fucking me. A part of me wanted to surprise Janay by quietly sliding my dick in her mouth in between moans. But Helen wouldn’t let me go, she continued to stare me down. I imagined my dick between both pussies getting stroked; their lips folding on my stiffness and them moaning in each other’s ear. I knew I’d erupt on both mounds. Fuck I need them. I clear my throat and let my presence further be known. I made my way over leaving the roses on the coffee table. I freed my dick, already laced with precum. Janay wasted no time lapping me up; then sharing with Helen. Janay moved to my balls as Helen worked mid shaft to head like a real pro. They had switched I don’t know how many times before Helen was bent over in front of me and I was sliding my dick in, nice and slow. The grip on her pussy was to die for. As I pulled out she was coming with me. With each stroke the creamier she got. Janay was biting my neck telling me how much she missed me. She was talking that talk. I instructed her to go suck on that clit while I stroked this good pussy. Like my good girl she didn’t hesitate. Helen lost it just as soon as Nay disappeared under us. I felt Janay’s tongue stroking my shaft every time I went back in. I wanted to stop, but it was feeling too good. I wanted some of Janay’s good pussy but my body couldn’t stop. I was on the verge of emptying my seed in Helen. Her pussy was clenching on me again for a third time as she was climaxing yet again. I couldn’t handle anymore. From the eye contact, to the neck bites and daddy talk in my ear; now to fucking and being licked and Helen cumming on me. I pulled out and shot my load all on her red ass. My head was fucking spinning.


Oh my gawd, this…. This was everything. I really had no idea what this would be when I snuck over to Kelvin’s place. I was only scratching an itch, so to speak.  But fuck, this was as amazing as something from a dream. Yes there was drama, but we handled that shit and to be honest I am still not sure I believe that bitch that has moved into Kelvin’s place. I can’t wait until that lease is up. My lease would be right behind his. By then we’d be 8 months strong and I think we’d be good with just two residences, hell maybe even 1. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. I only hope they feel a quarter of what I’m feeling. “That was so good yall” I was still out of breath. I kissed her, she kissed him, and the he kissed me. “I love yall.” I was in such a blissful paradise my emotions spilled out of me. Really I didn’t even care. This was real and raw. I was all in for this thing.

Play On || 5

So, you agreed to date Jungkook as a consequence for losing a bet with Jimin. It’s just for a week, anyway. It’s nothing serious… right?

Part 5 // Part 4Part 3, Part 2Part 1

Originally posted by jeongguk

Word Count: 5.1K

Main Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: series / fake dating au / university au / Romance / Fluff / tbh idk man. Whatever this is.

A/N: to cooking kookie anon, i’m sorry the part you requested isnt here T~T i think i failed u somehow :(( it’s going to be on one of the next few parts tho. @ the readers who waited for this… finally, here you guys go hahaha, i’m not entirely satisfied with it though, but i hope you guys still have fun reading! 

Disclaimer– I don’t really know if Jin likes chicken over beef, nor do i know if he likes mushrooms or not hahahah.



“I don’t have a spare helmet.” Jungkook informed, looking at his hands where he held his metallic-coloured bicycle helmet. Unable to reply, you just stared at him, since you didn’t know how to respond. He could clearly just wear the helmet he was holding, but as he opened his mouth to add something, you were prepared to just disagree with what he was about to say. “Just wear this.”

“Jungkook.” You replied, shaking your head. “You’re the one who’s driving this bicycle. You should be the one who’s—”

With a sudden action, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him so abruptly that you almost crashed into his chest. You tried to protest, but the words that came out of your mouth somehow resembled a foreign language spoken outside earth. He put the helmet on your head, securing it with a click under your chin and smiled victoriously. “So if we get in an accident,” He patted your head, smiling at you with such gleam in his eyes. “At least this little head of yours could still survive.”

You sneered at his mocking statement and readjusted the helmet on your head. The size was no doubt bigger than yours, but you could probably manage. Probably.

After what had happened yesterday at the university grounds, Jungkook couldn’t keep your “yes” to himself. He had already told the three by yelling it out once you’ve set foot on the car park and the two had almost lifted Jungkook in the air for his triumph.

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Sleepy Hobi

Hi can you do jhope smut when its late and your in the mood for it and jhope is sleepy he doesn’t feel being waked up but she does it anyway and he punishes her half asleep btw I love your account 😍😍😖 @lashtonisreal5

Hobi stumbles his way into his house that he shared with his girlfriend. She wasn’t to be found, but the TV was playing softly down the hall, and so he figured she was either watching it or she fell asleep. He kicked off his shoes, hanging his hat on the rack and locking the door.

He was tired. Beyond tired actually, he was exhausted and in need of a warm shower and to just lay in bed and sleep. He dragged himself down the hall, and opened the room door. She was awake lounging across the bed watching someone play a walk through on a video game.

“What’s this? Dark souls?” He asked, clearly fatigued. 

 "Dark souls 3.“ She answered. "What’s wrong?” She moved to sit up on the bed. 

 "I’m tired. We can talk in the morning babe, I’m sorry. I’m burnt out. I’m gonna shower and that’s it.“ He walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. 

 Well this was an issue because she had been waiting for Hoseok all day. All night in fact. She had been dying to feel his fingers on her sienna colored skin. The way he pulled at her hair now that she had a blow out. As he brought her to ecstasy. She groaned, turning off the TV, laying down in bed. 

 Not too long later, J-Hope made his appearance. In nothing but, his boxers he pulled the covers back and laid down. Pulling her into his arms he snuggled the back of her neck, nose against her bonnet. 

 "Night Jagi.” He whispered, closing his eyes. He was about to settle into immediate sleep, but his eyes shot open at the feeling her her ass grinding into his pelvis. 

She moved her body slowly at first. Almost innocently, but then she became more aggressive. 

 "Baby, stop. I’m tired.“ Hobi removed his arms from around her, reaching down to push his hardening member between his thighs. 

 "I’m getting comfortable.” She replied innocently. 

 J-Hope sighed, closing his eyes once more. Then her leg reached back and hooked over his thigh. She turned onto her back and his hand ended up on on her crotch. She pressed her body against his fingers. 

 "Damn it.“ J-Hope sat up, glaring down at her. "Stop. I’ll sleep on the couch, you know I will." 

 He turned around, his back now to her. She draped a leg over his thighs, arms coming around his waist, she grabbed his crotch, hands massaging him. "I’ve been thinking about you all day. You came in late last night and tonight. I want attention Hoseok. Give it to me." 

 "You’re molesting me.” He tried to wiggle out of her grasp.

 "You can stop me anytime, you just aren’t.“ She cooed against his ear.

 "I’m trying to sleep.” He groaned, moving his arms to block her from touching him. 

 "Hoseok.“ Her voice low, she curled her body against him. Her breasts pushing against his back. She heard him groan, turning his face into his pillow. 

“Why is my life like this?” He said to himself. He laid still in the bed. 

She was still snuggled against him, one hand trying to worm underneath his body and the other digging its way into his boxers when he turned over to face her.

His voice was lower than she anticipated, his warm breath across her face smelling minty. “If I fuck you will you leave me alone and let me sleep?”

The way he said the word fuck always turned her on. Hobi was the innocent sort…kind of. Almost. Except when in the bed, so to hear such language from him, was a perk. She was silent though, the darkness of the room, keeping her from seeing his eyes. 

He rolled on top of her, holding her hands down by her sides, as he bit the area where her neck and shoulder met, sucking on the skin. “Will you?” He bit down again, harder, making her back arch. 

“Yes.” She answered, her hands moving down, she removed her panties, kicking them somewhere under the covers.

“Open your legs wider, you know that’s not enough.” He nudged at her thighs with his knee.

Goosebumps popping all over her flesh, she tried to move her hands to touch him, but he grasped both in one hand and brought them above her head. His mouth kissed her chin, then her nose, her cheeks. All the while his hips, creating a slow rhythm, a dance into her core. His member peeking from the front hole of his boxers. He pushed the tip onto her, then into her, letting it slide about on her growing wetness. 

“Hobi.” She whimpered, fingers tingling at how tight he held her.

“What have I told you to call me during sex?” He whispered next to her ear? Biting her earlobe. 

“Hoseok.” He let her hands go, lifting her leg, turning her slightly so one ass cheek was exposed. 

His hand came down hard, slapping it. “What else?” 

“Daddy.” She wanted him inside her and right now. Reaching to touch his chest, letting her fingers fall down his taut stomach. 

“And?” He delivered another slap, smiling as she whined.

“Oppa.” She was breathing hard now, licking her lips. 

“Interrupting my sleep, you know I hate that.” His dark hair in front of his face he didn’t bother to remove his boxers. He leaned his body down, falling into her in one fell swoop.

She accepted him easily, her body moving to accommodate his and then adjusting to his girth. She moaned, as he slide himself in and out of her, his forehead on hers, as he lifted her shirt. He wanted to feel her breasts on his chest.

Her legs around his lower back, he groaned adjusting his speed so that he was giving her hard and fast strokes in, but pulling out slowly. He watched her head turn to the left, then to the right, mouth open. Pulling out of her, Hoseok pulled her bonnet off, her hair wasn’t tied down beneath it. He was glad, grabbing a handful of the dyed red and black thickness he commanded her to turn over on her stomach. 

“Ass in the air.” She trembled, obeying him. 

His hands on her waist, he lovingly rubbed the skin there, kissing her lower back as she got in position. “Arch your back, don’t play.” He pushed her into position.

Her face on the pillow, his hand in her hair, she felt him pound into her. 

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap

The continuous motion, banging her into his pelvis, sending his length into her channel. She gasped, fingers grabbing at the sheets, as she bit her lip stifling a loud moan. She felt his body stutter and knew he was getting close, he leaned over her body, hands by her side as he continued to thrust. 

“Come for me, jagi, I have to hear you.” He stuttered, the sound of her ass slapping against his skin in the silence of the night, so sweet. 

Reaching her hand back, she grabbed for his hand. Hoseok grasping her fingers with his own, she closed her eyes, feeling her body tighten just as he gave out against her. A warmth running down the inside of her leg. 

Once more Hoseok, came from the bathroom, new pair of boxers on he slipped into the covers. Her soft snoring next to him, let him know he could finally sleep peacefully.

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Vernon - Bowling night with a touch of love

Request: can i request a scenario where vernon x s.o have a love-hate relationship and one day their group of friends (17) has to do something idk so they left them alone and that leads to them confessing and making out?
Note: I guess you don’t mean S.O. then because they’re not together yet lmao my smartass again ENJOY BECAUSE I REALLY ENJOYED MAKING IT
((I didn’t proofread it yet sorry))

You hated his confidence and how he was so loved by everyone. You were friends with Seventeen and you were very close with some of them but you and Vernon always seemed to get into arguments over the most stupid stuff. When you wanted to see a movie, he would rather eat his shoe than go to that movie.

You just didn’t seem to understand him, you hated the side when he talked to you and also the side of him on stage. He could just act so cocky like he was the best rapper on stage. But then again you knew he also had an adorable side. As a close friend of Seventeen you of course watched all their interviews and you had to admit he did have a nice side. Or stories  the others told about him.

It just seemed he really disliked you, with the occasional exception. Like when you’d forgotten your wallet and he payed for your ice cream. Or when he was in a good mood he joked with you about the others. He even got you a birthday present. You cherished those moments because it was nice to know he didn’t totally hate you.

You were chilling in a sofa in their practice room because they’d promised to go to a bowling alley with you. The song ended but you knew they’d do it just one more time because Vernon jumped too early. So of course to annoy him you said “Yah Hansol-ah looks like you really don’t wanna go!” 

“Don’t call me Hansol-ah Y/n, let’s just do it again.” he snarled. it seemed he was definitely not in a good mood. But I mean it was worth a try. You saw them do the song again but this time he made a mistake at another time. You decided to be quiet now because you saw that the rest was getting a little annoyed as well. “I’m sorry I’ll get it this time.” S.Coups as leader answered him. “Also the next times I hope, just relax. You know this. You’ve done it a thousand times before. Again.” And the all too familiar song started playing again.

You started to feel sorry for him, what could be on his mind? Did he really hate going bowling with you that much? Nah that can’t be it. This time he finally got it right, thank god. It’s not like you could ever get tired of watching them dance but you really wanted to go bowl. And maybe you were glad Vernon finally got it right so he wouldn’t feel bad about himself. Maybe.

So finally after this you could go bowling. While you were all walking to the place, because I mean how else would you get there with a group of 14 people? So while you were walking it happened you were walking next to Vernon at the end of the ‘herd’ of Seventeen members. You noticed he still seemed annoyed. You knew the feeling so teasing him would make it even worse. “You’re not still annoyed about your mistake right? I mean everyone has those days. You’ll do just fine when you have a stage.”

He looked almost surprised by your kindness. “I don’t need your pity Y/n… but thanks. I guess there’s just been a lot on my mind lately.” You sensed the tension between you two, but for some reason it excited you. “Sorry I just don’t like the annoyed Hansol.” He laughed a little. “Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Hansol? It’s weird when you do it.” He said, the last sentence a little quieter. “I’m sorry MC Vernon it is then.” you joked. “Damn right. I like that one… MC Vernon.” 

“Can I ask you though, what’s been bothering you?” You asked trying to keep the conversation going. “Ah well… let’s say I’m not good with words and stress so I fuck up with certain people pretty often.” “Hmm.” You were wondering if this was about you or maybe someone else but decided not to question it because the subject seemed to make it awkward. It certainly didn’t help that you accidentally bumped your hand against his like 2 times. “You want my mittens? your hands are kinda cold.” 

WELL THIS IS AWKWARD was what went through your mind “Yeah actually it’s hella cold.” he laughed at how easily you accepted them. “Normal people first say like ‘Nonooo it’s not that cold and don’t you need them?’,” he said in a ridiculous voice. “And then the other has to insist on it for you to accept them.” You looked at him while taking his mittens “Well yeah my hands are really cold, do you expect me to suffer? I’m sorry it didn’t go as in your planned conversation” you teased. “Always ruining my fantasies Y/n”

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “You fantasise about me, Vernon?” “He sure does especially at night huhehe” Jun interrupted. He slowed down so he got in the middle of you two and put his arms around you two. “My two illegitimate kids finally getting along!” He said while squeezing you closer. 

“I do NOT.” he persisted, getting out of his death grip in the process. “Hmmmm sure I’ll leave the lovebirds alone.” he winked to Vernon after leaving. “Jun… He really does live to embarrass others doesn’t he?” Luckily the awkwardness quickly stopped as you arrived at the bowling alley.

You’d reserved a few lanes because being all in one lane would take way too long. The rest had been there for a while because apparently you, Vernon, Jun and Joshua had been stepping very slowly. So everyone already had their shoes. Joshua and Jun quickly got theirs while you went ask to get the lanes activated. For some reason Vernon had followed you so you suggested to get your shoes changed. 

It was a small room filled with those shiny bowling shoes which you entered. You quickly recognised everyone’s shoes. “Urg I guess coming with a big group on a busy night  has its disadvantages… I can’t find my size.” Vernon complained. You sat down on the small sofa in the room. “Then just get a bigger size, bigger is always better.” 

“Ah here are your mittens back by the way, thanks.” you shyly said. “No problem… You know Y/n when I was talking about ‘certain people’ that I fuck up with a lot. I mostly meant you.” 

“No shit.” “Ah sorry about all the times I got so annoyed or annoyed you on purpose. It’s just I kind of get nervous around you.” Now he definitely got your attention. 

“You know I always liked the days were you were nice to me, like today walking here.” he looked you in the eyes and put his hand on yours. “I… I’ve… arg this is so hard!” Y/n I like you and if I fuck up whatever we had as friendship- I’m sorry can we just act like this never happened?” He was visibly frustrated. “Vernon listen to me. I like you, especially if you keep acting as nice as before or like, at the ice cream shop. Remember?”

“Heh I actually took your wallet and put it on the counter so I could pay for you.” You laughed and hit his shoulder. “You did not! Omg you’re so cheesy! But that’s so cute to be honest.” 

“So… it’s mutual? Our feeling I mean, would you mind if I… kiss you?” you took his question as an invitation and made the first move. The kissing quickly changed into making out. He pulled you on his lap which surprised you, he noticed and smirked.

“If you’re gonna let us keep waiting we’ll start withou- NEVERMIND Dino walked in but quickly got out again. You immediately got off his lap and your heart was beating even harder than before. You’d been caught… In the distance you heard “We asked you to get them Chan where are they?” “Uhm… busy…?” Dino murmered. “What? With what where they busy?” “Well… each other.” “WHAT?” “TOLD YOU GUYS” The last one had to be Jun.

You guys had quickly put on some shoes and rushed out of there to stop Dino from spilling the beans but both of you were too late. Both with noticeable blush on your cheeks 

The teasing that night was at a maximum but at least you could sit on his lap while waiting for your turn…

 “Call me Hansol again from now on, it’s even weirder when you say Vernon.” he said while leaning his head on your shoulder.



Because I keep seeing those soulmate mark prompts going around where the character has their soulmate’s first words written on them blah blah we all know the drill, but I wanted to apply it to an OT3 because why not and this is the nonsense that came out. 

Dedicating this to @grimsister for letting me rant at her at length about adoribullavellan and my dear sweet gay Mahanon, to @therealmnemo because they also let me rant at them about adoribullavellan and my dear sweet gay Mahanon, and @heyscience because they sent me a really nice ask about my writing and dear sweet gay Mahanon and I lost in in my inbox for what I think might have been a long time. Also to literally anyone who likes my dear sweet gay Mahanon and has been keeping up with the gra - dilseacht - cairdeas series on AO3.

In case it wasn’t obvious, this is an Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus/Male Lavellan soulmate au fic because why not.


Mahanon has heard, over and over again, that soul marks are never mistaken. That those words inscribed on your skin since birth show that you’re part of something bigger, something stronger and more profound than can possibly be imagined.

Mahanon’s pretty fucking sure his is a typo.

It’s not the words themselves - in fact, he’s pretty fond of what’s scrawled across his ribcage. It makes him feel strange and warm every time he takes a moment in the mirror’s reflection to ponder the words.

Oh, he’s cute.

Mahanon lived for those words through his awkward adolescence, when his face was all eyes and his mother, Taoirse, thought cropping his dark curls close to his head was the best way to deal with his hair. They sustained him when he hit 5'2 and stayed there, left to stare forlornly up at the world as all his classmates shot up like an evergreen forest around him. 

Oh, he’s cute. There was hope in that phrase, hope that someday he might live up to his soulmate’s assessment of him.

And he has - or, he likes to think he has. The proportions of his facial features have evened out, his hair is thankfully no longer under his mother’s control, and he’s come to accept his minute size, even counting it as a potential positive, recognizing that it might increase his chances of being swept off his feet one day by a handsome stranger.

Oh, he’s cute. No, the words are not the problem.

The problem, is that under that phrase, written in someone else’s hand, are the exact same words. 

Oh, he’s cute.

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Little One

summary: In which Dan falls in love with a tall boy that likes coffee and calls him ‘little one’.

genre: pure fluff

warnings: none

wordcount: 2 758

a&n: okay i’ve been working on this for a while and the nickname is from zalfie bc alfie calls zoe little one and its the cutest thing in history so i had to write something sorry, also normally i don’t like to use nicknames in fics bc it makes me feel cringy but the reason i use it in this one is p clear and its adorable okay go on read its v cute

also this fic got nominated for best fluff in phanfic’s award thing and actually won that category wtf which is absolutely amazing so yeah thank you so so much to all of you for voting and this means so much to me so thank you!!1


Dan’s hair is damp and it’s curling at the edges. He’s laughing all whilst groaning about how his hair is going to look like shit in an hour and Phil can barely focus on walking straight because Dan’s there, right next to him, and he can’t fucking believe it.

“You don’t understand how seriously I take my hair business,” Dan mumbles, a faint pling sounding from somewhere above them as they enter a small cafè somewhere in Manchester, and Phil can’t help but giggle.

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boyfriend!mark 2

-u are yuta’s friend (from when he just got to korea/his first friend that helped him assimilate and stuff)

-so one day he hits u up like omg!! i miss u please come visit me!! uh…yeah but u have to come visit me at my dorm bc i literally have one hour free before i have to practice/perform/meet fans/film nct life so…haha come to my dorm

-so ur like ok! but then you realize that he lives with the rest of nct 127/dream so ur like….nervous bc u don’t hang out w boys much and pretty much just gossip and do girly stuff w yuta

-and one day u turn up at the dorm. and u knock once and brace urself for the onslaught of awkwardness or doom or whatever but u miss yuta so u just do it

-and ur let in to the fancy sm apartments, head up the elevator and the door opens

-except its not yuta its this sleepy looking weirdo with pink hair!! and a super surprised face

-you two just stare at each other cause ur like who is this???? and then he suddenly is like omg!!!! (voice crack) ur yuta’s friend sry i just took a nap idk idk and his voice just trails off

-but deep inside he’s like omg.. i look like shit this is the girl all the members have been saying is yuta’s cute friend

-and damn is she way cuter than i thought oh god what do i say i’m being so awkward

-and he’s like UUuhuhhhhhh i’m mark!! and ur thinking oh the rapper! and u blush a little because though hes being fidgety hes being shy and u kind of laugh weirdly bc for a rapper he is sure bad at words

-yuta peeks his head through like omg sry! mark is being so ridiculous

-hes laughing really hard but also like wtf mark and pushing you into the dorm by your shoulders like let me get you away from this weirdo

-and all the while mark just looks at you two blankly lol

-so you and yuta walk in and all the boys SWARM over bc they’re like omgggggg she’s here wowwww and inspecting u like a piece of artwork

-taeyong is just awkwardly giving u sideeye, jaehyun smiling sheepishly, taeil staring from the corner of the room, winwin/haechan/jaemin/jisung/jeno/chenle and renjun just snickering and dying because they are awestricken by ur cuteness

-yuta being the fuckboy he is goes like omg!!!!! totally forgot i have to …buy milk!!!! and leaves you to fend for yourself. he gives u a wink like heheheheh now u guys can all be friends!! and he disappears

-so amongst everyone there you are feeling super weird so ur like hey mark!! can you show me around!

-like a lil obedient child hes like OK!!!!!! with this mega determined face. all the while the others are like OoooOOOOOOH MARK GET IT

-you guys go to his room and he is nervous so hes like… uh theres my bed. and thats a chair……and this is the light. and the lightbulb. its a nice lightbulb. thats the floor, its polished well

-and u take candy out of ur bag bc u always carry candy… and ur like what flavor do u want? and he’s like idk whichever. and u say LIME. bc rappers RHYME.

-and hes choking on air bc this joke is so funny to him. he settles down and relaxes a little. so he asks you how long it took for you to get there

-u say 2 hours, and hes like oh… and ur like thats a long ass ride

-so he is crying of laughter and snickering and gasping for air and clapping his hands and falls off his chair onto the well polished floor

-hes like i bruised my butt

-and ur like no way

-hes like want me to show u???

-and u guys both glance at each other awkwardly because it took a weird tone and then both continue laughing bc u two are idiots!!!

-so u guys are both sitting on his bed and u look at him

-his eyebrows are so cute and arched and his eyes are so round and his lil teeth are so cute and whenever he speaks his lips are lopsided

-of course yuta just bursts in a and ur both sitting on his bed and his knock makes u fall onto mark

-yuta is of course obnoxious like omg!!! stop preying on baby mark!!! should i leave u two alone?? all the while grinning and smirking bc mark looks disturbed and his face is crimson

-and his pink hair is a mess and hes like NO NOTHING IM SORRY IM SORRY

-yuta giggles and is like wanna let me have her for a while?

-mark ofc is like yes yes im so sorry hyung so sorry!!

-so the moment you two leave, yuta takes a look at ur blushing face and is like OK JUST KIDDING MARK and pushes you back through the door

-ofc u fall… and land on mark AGAIN bc why not

-and marks face is an inch away from yours and hes like hyperventilating and his eyes are wide and hes looking away from you and ur like SORRY SORRY omg


-so ur laughing really hard and u get off and he literally gets off the lower bunk and starts dancing for u with this really awkward straight face

-since then u guys have kept in contact and u visit once a week ‘for yuta’ but he always pushes u guys together at lunch and asks u two to do chores together bc he caught on

-days with mark are so carefree and sweet and his laughs and faces just make u fall harder for him day after day :-)

-you guys stay up late playing games under a blanket and haechan yells at u guys that it’s his turn but u end up playing till 2 am and mark always falls asleep first and dozes off onto ur shoulder…and he’ll randomly sleeptalk and even say ur name which makes ur heart beat so fast

-he saved all the lime candy wrappers in his desk and its dumb but when hes tired or upset he looks at them and remembers your joke and snickers to himself for about an hour

-u have become friends with all the other members but literally they always spy on u two with these super moved/proud faces on

-one day when u guys are out buying milk for the dorm he gives u his jacket and just shivers all the way home and you give him a hug once u guys return bc hes a sweetie

-another time u forget a jacket cause ur an idiot he insists on giving it to you again bc hes an idiot also. u hold his hand bc its so cold fml and his hand gets sooooo sweaty bc hes so shy and his heart cant take it

-on a trip to like his 1000000th debut which u hate sm for but know ur bb is capable, ur fixing his hair for him and he just stares at you and blurts out i like you!! and his stare is so focused and he suddenly realizes what he said and he covers his face with his hands like I CANT BELIEVE I SAID THAT OMG

-and u just hug him back bc ur in shock and say YEAH ME TOO UM I LIKE UM YEAH!!!!

-since then u guys are inseparable….and poor yuta is alone LOL


Member(s): S.Coups x Reader
Type: Fluff
Words: 1,714
Plot: There surely is chemistry going on in Seventeen’s practice room, but not everybody puts love on the first place when there’s a certain boy messing up the choreography.

》 FAQ // Masterlist

You’re walking into the Pledis’ headquarters, a tingling smile on your face. Everybody stops to look at you - the clerks in the annex put down their paperwork, the managers and assistants make way for you to pass, artists and trainees abort singing and dancing and stare at you in awe. Your hair is fluttering in the breeze air conditioning creates and each step you take creates a melodious sound that echoes throughout the building.

Well, that’s what you want to think your first day at work looks like, at least. Instead, you’re bolting down the busy sidewalks of Seoul like an Olympic champion at the start gun, a cup of hot coffee and pieces of clothes clutched tightly in your hands. The humidity of the morning makes you feel sticky and suffocated. Damn you, self, you curse.

When you finally make it to the company and find your way to the practice room, you’re stunned by its largeness. There’s nothing in particular that could catch one’s attention but clean, white walls and the parquetry covering the floor being almost everything in the room. In front of you is placed a wall-sized mirror and on the sides there are two doors leading to how knows where and that’s it. You wonder why such a big company has such a poorly decorated practice room for its artists.

An older man approaches you. You suppose he’s one of the group’s managers, so you bow down to him and introduce yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you,” the manager says with a smile playing on his lips, “the boys will be here shortly.”

Well, damn it, you curse again. If you had known they’d be late as well, you would have taken your time coming to the company. At least you gave their manager a good impression, you encourage yourself.

It isn’t long after that young men all dressed in sports clothes come in one by one, each greeting the manager with a huge smile on their face. Some of them walk in empty-handed while others carry water bottles and spare clothes. One of them catches your eye with the amount of things he’s carrying and you can’t help but carefully observe each and every step he makes, anticipating to see how he’ll cope with all the objects he’s holding. At one point he stumbles and bottles and bags he’s holding fly out of his hands, scattering all over the place. An uproar of laughter fills the room and you can’t help but snicker at his clumsiness.

“Leader is so clumsy sometimes!” you hear the man with long hair say in-between uncontrollable giggles. The clumsy guy mutters something under his breath in return, but that only makes the others laugh even harder. It seems like none of them realises you’re there. You think it’s better to keep quiet until the manager decides to stop the teasing and introduce you to the group.

“Say the name - Seventeen!” they shout harmoniously. Then the clumsy leader speaks alone, “I’m Seventeen’s leader, Seungcheol. Take good care of us.”

The actual practice doesn’t start before the manager goes through all the tasks that the group has scheduled for that day - that is, an hour later. During that time, you are trying to concentrate on how to improve everyone’s dancing by watching all their performances on various stages and noting down everyone’s strengths and weaknesses. There was always one guy who stood out though, and you try so hard not to pay too much attention to him, but it is inevitable given the number of mistakes he made on every stage the group held. You sigh and hope he has magically improved.

You should’ve known miracles don’t exist.

It was alright at first, the first few moves you showed the guys were executed with pure accuracy and talent only an idol could posses. However, as the time passed and more moves were added to the choreography, the group started slacking off and Seungcheol started making mistakes every now and then.

“Let’s take a break, shall we?” you suggest, turning off the laptop playing the music. Everybody loosens up and goes to their bags and water bottles, some dropping to the floor rather tired, and others doing stunts like they had all the energy of the world.

You go to your own belongings and take a book from your bag. There’s somebody walking up to you, but you don’t see who that is until you raise your head and spot Seungcheol apologetically looking at you.

“I’m sorry for messing up so much today.” He quietly says, “I’m usually really bad at learning new choreography.”

You can’t bring yourself to be upset with him when he looks truly sorry. You give him a smile and tap his shoulder, “It’s alright. Not everybody’s gifted for dancing.”

Seungcheol gives you a weak smile and you realise it was not the best thing to say to somebody when trying to make them feel better. You try to make the situation better, “I mean, you’re good but everybody has their bad days.”

The man in front of you finally gives you a real smile and you feel all the weight being taken off your chest. His shoulders are shaking in a silent laughter, bright and cheerful like dandelions in summer. You look straight into his eyes, a bit taken aback by the behaviour he shows you right now. From afar, somebody would think they are almost charcoal black, so dark they would feel like they are looking into an endless stretch of midnight sky. However, when you look at them closely, they mesmerize you with the deep swirls of brown that colour his pupils. His eyes look down at what you’re holding.

“What are you reading?” he finally asks.

“This?” you raise the book in your hands, “It’s called The Four Seasons.”

“What is it about?”

There’s a certain glint in Seungcheol’s eyes that makes you relax and feel confident about talking about the book you’re reading. “It is about two sisters who were abandoned as babies and who are raised by Venice’s foundling hospital and musical academy. Later one of them falls in love with Antonio Vivaldi who teaches violin there.”

“It sounds like a beautiful story.” He beams and you return him a smile, “I’d love to read it one day.”

“I can lend it to you, perhaps.”

He waves as if to refuse to take it, “But have you finished reading it?”

“It’s alright.” You reassure him as you search for a pen inside your bag, “I’ll read something else in meantime. Just give me a minute to write something down first.”

You feel nice being around Seungcheol. He looks so easy to communicate with for some reason and despite all the times he ruined the choreography and made everyone start from the beginning, there is no person in the practice room that did not respect him. It must be the aura he gives as the leader - he has the charisma that attracts everyone closer to him. You are no different.

As the time passes and the group’s leader makes more and more mistakes, the members become weary and start throwing in comments, led by no other than a certain pretty boy with long hair.

“Hyung is doing this on purpose!” one of them says, “He’s not usually this bad.”

“Maybe it’s because of Y/N.”

“I agree. We usually don’t have cute choreographers.”

“Boys, let’s concentrate.”

You mentally thank the manager for stepping in and saving both you and Seungcheol from further embarrassment. Amidst all the chaos between thirteen young men, you hear your stomach growling and look at your wristwatch. Lunch time is approaching.

It is all new to you when every person in the room sits in a circle and hastily opens their lunch box before shoving all the food in their mouth. If they could open their mouths any wider, you are sure they would have eaten the whole lunch box in one bite. You look around yourself with amusement in your eyes. Dino takes a huge bite of his rice and lets his mouth open each time he chews, treating everyone to a view of the partially masticated mixture of rice and green and red vegetables. Others are no better - they all eat as if somebody is going to come any minute and take all their food away from them. The boys then gulp the food down and without pausing to take a breath of air, they take another swinging bite from their box.

Your gaze wanders off to Seungcheol sitting across you. He eats so noisily, slurping his soup like some kind of a vacuum cleaner. You chuckle and wonder if the company’s usually starving them. It doesn’t take him long to notice you staring at him and return you a puzzled look. Everybody seems to notice and you hear a few muffled giggles mixed with munching sounds. You suddenly feel shy and look down at your food.

As soon as everybody finishes their lunch and the floor is clear to be danced on, you’re approached by the friendly, yet clumsy, leader. He smiles at you as he hands you a completely black book with no title, “Read this while I read your book.”

You’re dumbfounded at the sudden insistence Seungcheol shows you, but you don’t resist and take it.

You grin, “Thank you. I’ll read it because it’s you who gave it to me.”

He gives you the same smile he has been showing you the whole day, but this time he runs away soon after, not allowing you to say anything further. When you open the book to see the title, a small message threatens to slip out and you quickly catch it. You read what’s written in it in messy hangul, complete with a smiley at the end.

Will you go out with me sometime? :3

You stare down at the book, back up at the guy that has given it to you, then back down at the book. All of a sudden you feel pangs of conscience and immediately regret ever writing him a note in your book about improving his bad dancing skills.

Maybe you’ll make up for it on that date.


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anonymous asked:

hi leslie, it's me again. will calum finally know the reason why y/n has been ignoring him in part 2? i just want my bestfriend to know that when she forgot my birthday, it made me sad for days and it made me curl up and just really really sad :-( anyway, i really thank you and i hope you have a wonderful day x

I hope I did this justice, babe. I love you!



It had been a week since you’d sent the message.

And you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Calum hadn’t called, he hadn’t texted; and though that’s what you’d asked him for, it hurt. What hurt more, though, was that you’d done this to yourself. You had known he’d respect your wishes; he always had.

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Mile Markers

Pairing: Dean x Cas

Word Count: 1650

Warnings: mentions of injuries and Cas has a panic attack sort of thing towards the end :/ but then Dean makes it better :)

Request: Cas & Dean getting in a fight and Cas is dangerous upset about Dean shouting at him and Dean starts apologizing and he accidentally calls Cas babe? I live for this (Thank you for this request! It was so fun to write and it’s super cute. I’m sorry this is so late!)

A/N: This request is so old and for that, anon, I’m sorry. But I finally did it! I really hope you like it! I think it’s the longest fic I’ve posted on here so far? Also it’s human!cas because honestly I have such a weakness for human!cas he’s my favorite to write :D

The low rumble of the engine is the only interruption from the tense silence that hangs over the Impala and its two occupants. Both are dirty and exhausted; one swipes the hair out of his green eyes as the other begins to wrap a tie around his bloody knuckles.

The driver drums his fingers against the wheel, risking a glance at the passenger out of the corner of his eye. The rumpled trench coat the latter wears hides most of his injuries, but his clenched jaw and unsteady hands give him away.

The driver, Dean, still has his gun tucked into the waistband of his pants and the passenger, Castiel, feels guilty about getting blood on the seats. Every muscle in Castiel’s body still feels rigid, like they never left the vampire’s nest, and he has to press his fingers to the cut on his leg to keep his thoughts from wandering back there.

It’s dark enough that they’re having trouble seeing each other as more than just shapes, and it’s late enough that they’re not trying all that hard to make out the details anyway. Every mile of open road they pass seems to stretch longer and longer but neither of them wants to break the stillness to turn on the radio.

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