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Title: Do a Little Turn on the Catwalk

Series: Tales of Zestiria

Pairing: Sorey/Mikleo

Summary: Sorey is an up-and-coming lingerie model – at least he would be, if he could figure out how to walk in heels. And didn’t have to eat floor in front of his hot coworker. (Lingerie model AU)

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All It Takes

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Based off THIS post of mine, which surprisingly got 1.8k notes aha, and just bc I love imagining Bucky jerkin’ off with his metal arm.

Word Count: 800-ish  | Rating: R [NSFW]

Warnings: SMUT. Masturbation, one nsfw gif

A/N: I’m still on a break. I was just a wee bit horny

Oh look, it’s 12.54 am. That means its my favorite soldier’s birthday!!! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes. Congratulations on surviving on this planet for a whole damn century.

I love Bucky to death. ❤

P.S. sorry if there are any typos, i wrote this on my phone

Masterlist here 


*gifs are not mine!

It’s simply just the sexual tension between you and Bucky that gets him hard as rock in literally less than a minute. And he has to get himself off, before he loses control over his actions. Your images flash across his mind, immediately ceasing any activity he previously tried focusing on.

Just the thought of you, your body, the way you’d bite your bottom lip - purposely or not - is enough to turn him on.

That’s what makes it so difficult for him to be around you. He’d think of kissing you, leaving you breathless, take his time with you all night long, leave you on the edge every time, just to enjoy see you fall apart, make him do things to you in bed, you’d never forget.

But that’s all he could do, imagine. Because he’s far too much of a chicken to actually admit his damned feelings for you.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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evidence that I actually live in a video game

  • I always wear the same clothing
  • idle animation
  • awkward dialog
  • sometimes I get stuck on doors and have to back up and try again
  • yesterday I tried to stand up and my entire body stopped working and I ended up in a T-pose on the floor
Comforting Winn

Alex’s phone chirps and she grabs it immediately, instinctively, before it can wake the woman sleeping next to her.

She squints at the caller ID, at the time, and her stomach drops.

“Winn, are you okay? Is Kara okay? Is – ”

“No, no, relax Alex, it’s not DEO stuff, it’s – everything’s – you know what, that’s your I-was-sleeping-so-hard-because-I’m-recovering-from-a-wild-night-with-my-lady voice, so I’m just gonna let you – ”

Alex rubs her eyes and sits up, making sure the covers stay wrapped around Maggie’s nearly naked body as Maggie sighs and shifts around at the loss of contact without opening her eyes.

“I don’t have a voice for – you know what, no, Winn, what is it?”

“I – it – I’m sorry Alex, it’s just… Kara and James are in this really intensive training with J’onn and Lyra’s out of town with her brother and I – ”

“Spit it out, Schott, what is it?”

“My dad… my dad called. I didn’t take it, but I – he – ”

Alex’s stomach lurches and she runs a hand over her face, her heart breaking more than she wants to portray in her voice.

“Where are you?”

“I’m home, where else would I – ”

“Come over. I’ll leave the door open for you.”

“No, Alex, I shouldn’t have called, you’re with Maggie, I – ”

“Winn, get over here. And bring coffee.”

Maggie rolls over and gropes sleepily for Alex’s body with her eyes closed. “And donuts,” she calls groggily, and Alex grins down at her.

“You hear that, Winn?”

“Loud and clear. Give me a half hour. And Alex – ”

“Don’t make me regret being nice to you, Schott. Just get over here.”

She hangs up before he has the chance to change his mind, before he has the chance to talk himself out of reaching out to her.

She purses her lips and shudders slightly and sighs, slipping out of the bed to unlock the door for him.

“He okay, Al?” Maggie croaks, sitting up to watch Alex pad across the living room sleepily.

“He will be,” Alex whispers across the house. “Sleep, babe. He won’t be here for another half hour.”

She slips back into bed and Maggie melts into her arms immediately. “You’re not mad? I mean, you don’t mind?”

Maggie turns and puts a clumsy, groggy hand to Alex’s cheek. “Why’d I be mad at you for being a great big sister, Danvers?”

Alex pffts and shakes her head and is grateful Maggie can’t see her blush.

“You’re the best, you know that?” she kisses her, and Maggie grins with her eyes closed.

They’re not sure how or exactly when they drift back to sleep, but they both immediately snap back awake when the front door creaks open and light from the hallway spills into the apartment.

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, it’s me,” Winn holds up his hands as best he can with coffee and donuts, because if he knows nothing else, he knows the women in his life.

“C’mere, you,” Alex invites, and Maggie remembers with a jolt that she’s not wearing a shirt.

“Also, pass me that t-shirt on the floor in the kitchen, would you?” Maggie asks with a cocky, sleepy grin, and Winn chuckles slightly.

“Kitchen fun times, huh Danvers? Nice – ”

“Don’t – don’t say anything else,” Alex cuts him off, and Maggie chuckles this time.

He steps up into Alex’s room and passes Maggie her shirt with his eyes studiously closed.

Alex takes the opportunity to study him. His shoulders are stooped and he’s in one of James’s old hoodies and his eyes, even closed, are swollen. He looks tiny and he looks terrified.

She remembers sobbing into Maggie’s arms about her father.

She remembers Maggie sobbing into her arms about her own father.

How small it made Alex feel. How small it made Maggie look.

“Okay,” Maggie tells him, shirt on now, and Alex shifts and pats the bed between her and her girlfriend.

“Come on,” she says, and Winn just stares.

“You tell anyone about this and you will find out exactly what those index finger techniques are – ”

“You know it’s not as scary when you have sex-bed hair and your girlfriend just needed me to collect her shirt from your kitchen floor – ”

“Yeah, babe, also, index finger threats? Like, has a whole new meaning now, doesn’t – ”

“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Actually, um… you invited me over to support me? So, it’s all about my side?”

Alex sighs and shrugs and holds out her hands for her coffee, and Winn provides.

Maggie holds out her hand too, but when he offers the coffee, she just shakes her hand again. He grins and presents her with the entire box of donuts.

“Now you’re getting it,” she says through a mouthful of chocolate glazed. “Get over here before Danvers and I make like Kara and eat the whole damn box.”

Winn gulps and sets his and Maggie’s coffees on the bedside table and crawls over Alex – she doesn’t move to make it easier for him, a shit-eating grin on her face and a mock-glare on his – to settle between them. Maggie tosses the covers over him and holds out the donut box.

“So what happened?”

Winn sighs and shrinks into himself and stuffs a donut into his mouth.

“Caooellheae?” he tries to ask around a mouthful of chocolate frosting.

“Try again, Schott,” Alex furrows her brow at him, and he tastes a gigantic gulp.

“Can you tell her, Alex?”

Alex heart breaks and she sips at her coffee and she almost reaches out to touch his face. Almost.

“Winn’s dad called him tonight. And he’s… he’s in prison – for um – ”

“He’s the Toyman,” Winn supplies quickly, like ripping off a bandaid, leaning over Alex to get his coffee so he doesn’t have to meet Maggie’s eyes.

But Maggie just nods and puts her hand on his knee and urges him to take another donut.

“I figured, Winn. I just – it’s not mine to bring up if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

Alex and Winn both turn to Maggie with looks of identical shock.

“Detective, guys. It’s kind of my job. And it’s not like your names aren’t, you know, the same.”

Winn casts his eyes down and digs into a jelly-filled.

“Funny thing, though. Because the names are the same, but the people are so different,” she continues, softly, softly, and Winn looks up at her with wide eyes and a set jaw.

“That’s not what he says. He says we’re the same. He said it when he escaped, and he said it again in the voicemail he left tonight.”

Alex does reach out to touch his face this time, briefly, softly, and Maggie smiles sadly across the bed at her girlfriend.

“Well, my dad says the reason he was willing to forcibly deport thousands of innocent people is me.”

“And mine says I’m a disgusting disgrace and selfish and am going to hell and he never wants to see me again.”

Alex exhales with tears in her eyes and Winn turns to Maggie with a furrowed brow, concern and sadness all over his face.

Maggie tilts her coffee cup toward his in salute, and offers simply, by way of explanation, “Lesbian.”

“Maggie, I… I didn’t know. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Well hey, dysfunctional, abusive relationships with fathers’ club in this bed tonight. At least there’s donuts, right?”

Winn smiles and leans to put his head on Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex wishes it were game night, not comfort night, so she could take a picture.

“Invite Kara and James with their dead dads and we’ll have a real party,” Winn deadpans from Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex tosses her arm around him, her fingers playing on the back of Maggie’s neck.

“You’re nothing like your dad, Winn. Nothing. And even if… even if you have those things inside you, it’s the choices, you know, that you make. And you’ve chosen to… to save the world, dude, not destroy it.”

Winn sighs and sits up, grabbing a third donut from the box at Maggie’s feet, biting into it and offering the rest to Alex miserably. She accepts and keeps her arm steady around his shoulders.

“How can you be sure?”

Alex sighs and chews thoughtfully.

“You know, Kara didn’t really have a lot of friends. Growing up. She was the weird kid, the freak who never quite fit in. People always took advantage of how kind she is, how… how amazing she is. And then she interviewed at CatCo, and she met you, and you know when she first told me about you, about this IT guy who takes her to lunch and explains all of Cat Grant’s idiosyncracies so she doesn’t get fired, and laughs at her terrible jokes and makes terrible jokes of his own, and has toys all over his desk and stammers when he gets nervous but always, always stands up for her when people try to dismiss her as incompetent just because she’s… well, Kara… I was suspicious of you. I… I didn’t trust it. You. I thought you just wanted her, that you wanted to use her for something, that you were making fun of her. But the stories never stopped. The stories about how good you were to her. And then I met you, and you… you were real. You just… you just really cared for her. And then she started dating the only other friend you had and you just… you took care of yourself, and then you just… you kept caring. You’re rare, Winn. You… you saw Kara. You always saw her. So no. You’re nothing like your dad. Because you see goodness in the world and you’re not threatened by it, you don’t want to destroy it, you just want to make more goodness yourself.”

“Alex, I – ”

“No, nope, don’t say anything. I’ve just fulfilled my yearly quota of being nice to you, so really, you don’t wanna push it.”

“I was just gonna tell you that you have some powdered sugar on your lip.”

“I can get that for you, babe – ”

“God, guys, I’m right – ow, Maggie, that’s my foot – it – okay – I’ll just… I’ll be on the other side of your inexplicably massive bed…”

“Winn.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I love you. Okay?”

“I love you too, Alex. I love you too.”

“Aww, guys, you’re so sweet!”

“If anyone at the DEO finds out about this, I swear to god, Sawyer – ”

“What are you gonna do, babe, threaten me with your index finger? Cause that’s not a threat – ”

“Oh my god, why are you both like this?”

“Oh Alex, come on. Look at my puppy eyes! And your woman’s dimples! You love us!”

Winn activates his best puppy eyes and Maggie flashes her biggest smile, and Alex, for once in her life, is defenseless and feels amazing about it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any pirate prompts?

1) “Ah,” the pirate flashed a smile, sword pressing against my throat. “There’s the treasure I’ve been looking for.”


2) “We can’t keep doing this,” the naval officer muttered. They didn’t look over at the pirate as they picked their clothes off the floor - couldn’t. 
“Relax, officer. Nothing counts in international waters. Feels good, doesn’t it?”


3) “We found this below deck.” They tossed the protagonist forward, half delirious from hunger. Unused to the rock of the ocean beneath them. But they’d had to get away - no matter what it took. Their breath came as hard as the wooden deck beneath their knees, struggling a little to stay upright with the ocean churning welcome for a storm.  “Been hiding for a while, it seems.” 
“A spy?”


4) Finally, after years of cat and mouse, they’d finally caught themselves the most dangerous pirate captain on the seven seas. They took utter relish in striding over the infamous deck of their ship, claiming it for their own. They studied each other, and the captain reached out to trace the line of a scar they’d left branded on the pirate’s cheek. Tracing it across their eye, watching that defiant glare flutter closed at the feather of a touch. “Why did you leave?” the navy captain asked. They’d been partners, once. Their triumph faded in their face.


5) “We don’t have anything worth stealing,” they bit out. It was a small coastal village, they lived peacefully, without much contact with the larger ports and harbours. It seemed inconceivable that a pirate ship would ever come here. They were always further up the coast. 
“You have a siren. Where is she?” 
The villagers looked at each other in utter bewilderment. 
Head bowed, the siren trembled in her human disguise. 


6) They’d been held prisoner on the ship for two weeks. The attack gave them the opportunity to escape - deliverance in the hands of bloodshed, salvation in the ominous black of a pirate’s flag. They scrambled across the chaos on deck, only for their breath to stutter as they were hauled up. “Now, ain’t you supposed to be the captain, sweetheart?” 


7) “They’ve come for you,” said the pirate. They stared at the Admiral’s men stonily, panting for breath. “I told you, they’d come.” Their captain always did.


8) The pirate dropped to their knees on deck before the sea, as she rose and rose; goddess and mistress, who ruled them all. The ocean. Cool fingers caressed weather-worn and battered skin, playful and dangerous all at once. “You look tired, my love.” 


9) “They call you the compass.” The pirate captain circled the sailor, hungry and intent. “That you can always point to the spot of greatest treasure on any map given you.” 
“That’s a fairytale.” 
“Is it?”


10) It was a ship at the bottom of the sea, moving in darkness too deep for light to penetrate, where old things stirred and older things waited in the silence. In the end, all sailors were brought to its crew.

The Night’s On Fire

Originally posted by igot7-love

MATURE

Warnings: Underage drinking, drunken sex.

You feel the bass pounding beneath your feet the moment you step out of the car. The massive house is overflowing with college kids (and brave locals), stumbling around with red cups in hand. You can see strobe lights flashing and smoke from the smoke machines drifting out of the open door and you know that this is not the place you want to spend your night.

“Smile, sweetheart,” one of the brothers slurs as you wait by the door for your roommate, “you’re at a party!”

Before you can retort, one of the more sober brothers working the door shoves him inside. “Sorry about him. He’s a new brother. They’re finally allowed to drink and he’s gotten a little out of control,” he explains. “I was going to ask over or under but because there’s vodka in your cup, I’m assuming over. Don’t tell me if I’m wrong.” He holds his hand out for yours and scribbles a circle on the back with a grin. “Enjoy the party.”

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Tumbleweed, Her (M) #1 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

Originally posted by daenana

[A/N] This kind of writing falls under the ‘Noir’ category. It involves crime and is rated M for mature contents. One part, every week. OK? OK.

The Lieutenant: Bang Yongguk.

The smell of cigarettes from his superior is blocking his mind. He tried to shake his discomforts, a few times, but he had to settle for a walk for a minute. He never bothered to take his phone to the toilet but this time, he did. He picked the cubicle farthest from the entrance and placed the seat cover down. He slip his phone out of his back pocket and he sighed, before anything else. He sighed, tiredly. As if he’ll be expecting some unwanted texts. And like he predicted, he did.

“Yongguk.”
“Please, answer my call.”
“I need you.”
“Call me.”
“I won’t be asking you for help. Not anymore.”
“This will be the last time.”

He locked the screen and hovered his eyes away from it, while tilting his head back. “You have seven missed calls, since Monday.” The last text arrived. He had been out of town, but isn’t very far from where he lives. This was the kind of text messages he refused to reply to. He cares about you too much, and for that same reason he had been avoiding you. So that you’ll grow out of it.

[Several months ago]

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  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: why is felix listed in the enemies of the inquisition section of the world of thedas: volume 2??? felix puts the inquisitor in touch with dorian, tells the inquisitor about the venatori and what they're planning, openly turns against his father and tries to get him to give up his plans and go home, accepts his own death and refuses to focus on it choosing instead to comfort his father, races back to tevinter to talk up and promote the inquisition and is overall a really awesome, compassionate, thoughtful character who wants to change things for the better as much as dorian? enemy of the inquisition? really bioware w t f?
The Plan : Josh Pieters Smut

(requested):


“Why the fuck are there only 3 rooms?” You groaned as everyone realised the size of the villa you were about to be staying in for 3 weeks.


“Oh yeah I totally forgot about that.” Jack laughed.


You stood by your belongings that you had placed on the floor of the living room earlier. You had looked around the whole villa and it’s honestly beautiful. It is one of the nicest places you had ever stayed in. Jack did a good job with booking somewhere to stay during your time in South Africa.


“Well what are we going to do?” You asked, even though everyone else seemed pretty chill about the situation.


“Me and Jack already decided that we were going to share a room.” Charley – one of your best friends – told you.


“And dibs sharing a room with Ella!” Conor piped up.


It was quite obvious that this was going to happen anyway. As both of your best friends were both – sort of – together with Jack and Conor, it was easy to guess that they would all be pretty close on this trip. The only thing was that now you were left to share a room with Josh. You didn’t mind Josh really, you actually both got on pretty well, but you sharing a room for 3 weeks could be a bit awkward.


“We’re having the downstairs room!” Ella quickly announced. The downstairs room was huge, no wonder she got there first. All the rooms were lovely though, so you couldn’t complain.


“It looks like we’re roomies for this trip then.” Josh laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders.


“Sucks for you, doesn’t it.” You laughed, picking up your bags.


“How?” Josh furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.


“We’ll have to share a bed, which means no bringing girls back.” You grinned at him as his face dropped.


You were actually very thankful for this as you had actually liked Josh for a while, but obviously nothing had happened. You have been friends with him for about a year now, and you were actually quite close. You found Josh very attractive and you really liked him, so it wasn’t a surprise when you realised how jealous you got when you saw Josh with other girls.

The only people that know about your attraction to Josh are Charley and Ella as they were your best friends and you told them everything. Even though they always encourage you to make a move on Josh, you never ever did purely because of fear of rejection. Plus, judging by the amount of girls he sleeps with, you don’t feel like Josh is ready for a relationship anytime soon.


“We’re having the room with the balcony.” Jack told you and Josh as him and Charley went up the stairs with their suitcases.


You and Josh followed behind them with your own belongings. You were now left with the smallest room, but it was still really nice. You had a huge glass door to look out over the water, a double bed with cute light blue bedding and a white dresser in the corner of the room.


“I’m having this side of the bed!” You instantly said when you and Josh entered the room, pointing to the side that was furthest away from the door.


“Why?” Josh asked, plopping his bags down.


“Because then if a murderer comes in in the night, they’ll get you first.” You told him.


“Oh, thanks Y/N.” He laughed at you.


“You know what I mean – you can kill them so they don’t get to me! Simple.” You smiled at him.


“I can kill them? Have you seen me? I wouldn’t last 2 seconds.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair.


As he did this, his white t shirt lifted up a bit so the bottom of his stomach was exposed. This suddenly made you think of all the times you’re going to see Josh shirtless this holiday.


“You’re quite strong, babe, I reckon you could get them.” You giggled, putting your suitcase on the bed and unzipping it.


“I’d get them, for you.” He winked, sending waves of excitement all over your body.


“Josh, can we go in the pool?” You asked him.


“We just got here?”


“Exactly, lets get straight into it!” You clapped excitedly.


“I don’t know….” Josh crossed his arms.


“Seriously? Come on Josh, you’re gonna be stuck with me for most of this holiday considering all of our friends are getting off with each other. So come on, be fun!” You pleaded.


“Fine!” He gave in, going into one of his bags to look for some swimming shorts.

When you got into your bikini, you wrapped a towel around your body as you stepped back into your bedroom. Josh wasn’t in there anymore so you guessed he had already made his way down to the pool. Checking yourself one last time in the mirror, you headed down to the pool.


Stepping outside, you could see Josh already in the pool.


“Hurry up!” Josh shouted at you with a grin on his face.


“I’m coming, calm down.” You laughed.


You walked over to the edge of the pool and dropped your towel, revealing your black bikini. Josh’s mouth instantly fell open as his eyes looked you up and down, stopping on your breasts.


“Eyes are up here.” You laughed, pointing to your face.


“Wasn’t even doing anything.” Josh said after he cleared his throat. You sat down on the side of the pool and dipped your legs in.


“Yes you were. I saw you checking me out.” You teased as you got into the pool, swimming over to Josh.


“I was not!” Josh defended himself even though he was clearly lying.


“Whatever, Pieters, I know you want me.” The words spilled out of your mouth before you could even stop them.


“Really?” Josh raised his eyebrows at you as he nervously laughed. “Well you’re wrong.”


Despite the pang of hurt that you felt from Josh’s words, you decided to play it cool. Josh was in a playful mood and so you really hoped that he was joking.


“You’re lying.”


“Am not.”


“Well… we’ll see.” You smiled.


“What’s that supposed to mean?” Josh asked with a curious smile.


“You’ll see.”


And that was where it started. Throughout this holiday, you had been teasing your friend Josh the whole time. It started with simple things like purposely dropping your things in front of the sun lounger he was on so you had to bend down in front of him. Or letting out small moans as he massaged sun cream into your skin. As the time went on, the teasing got worse for Josh. You decided to keep going further and further until he gave him.


It was around midnight and you had just finished up your shower when you realised you had left your clothes in the bedroom. Right as you were about to shout to Josh to pass them in, another idea sparked into your mind.


Wrapping the small towel around your wet body, you opened the door of your en suite and walked into the bedroom. You instantly noticed Josh laying on the bed, scrolling on his phone. You were about to pick up the pyjamas that were on the dresser that you had gotten out earlier but then you spotted the shirt that Josh wore today.


“Is it cool if I wear this to bed?” You asked Josh, picking up the plain white t shirt from the floor. “I’m just really warm, it’s too hot to wear pyjamas.”


Josh looked up at you with wide eyes, not quite believing what you were asking. Even though you and Josh were close, and you’ve gotten even closer through this week that has passed, this is not something that you would typically do.


“Oh… i- Sure.” Josh stuttered out.


“Thanks.” You smiled at him as he still looked gobsmacked.


With a deep breath, you turned around so you were no longer facing him and let the towel drop to the floor, exposing your naked body. Instantly, you heard Josh inhale a sharp breath at your unexpected actions.


“Y/N, what are you doing?” Josh asked you as you walked over to your drawer to retrieve some underwear.


“Nothing, why?” You grinned, slipping on a pair of black lace underwear.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” He stated.


You slipped on Josh’s t shirt and turned around so he could see you. He was giving you an evil look which made you want to laugh, so you had to bite down onto your bottom lip to hold back a giggle.


“What am I trying to do?” You asked casually as you climbed into the bed next to him.


Josh sighed before getting out of bed and wandering into the bathroom. You couldn’t help the huge grin that was plastered on your face. You knew your plan was working – Josh really was getting frustrated, you could tell. A few minutes later, Josh came out in just boxers and switched the bedroom light off before climbing into bed with you.


Suddenly, you felt Josh’s body move closer to you as he pulled you into a spooning position. Your back and bum was pressed against Josh’s stomach and groin. You wiggled, trying to get comfy and also to tease Josh. You and Josh don’t normally spoon so this was new territory, but you can’t deny that you weren’t enjoying it. Josh’s hands snaked around your waist to stop you from moving, yet they stayed there for as long as you could remember.


“If you really want me to fuck you, Y/N, just ask.” Josh whispered just as you were drifting off to sleep.


“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.” You replied before falling asleep in his arms.



A few nights later, Conor had arranged a small house party at the villa. It was starting to get dark outside and everyone was a bit tipsy. You were sat on a big chair outside with Charley and Ella – the chair could fit all three of you on there.


“So, how’s it going with you and Josh?” Ella asked, taking a sip of her drink.


“Good. We’re getting there – very slowly, but we’re getting there.” You replied with a laugh.


“So do you just want to fuck him or do you actually like him?” Charley asked you.


“I mean… I do like him, a lot, and I really do want to sleep with him. But, I don’t think Josh even likes me like I like him. If he did, I wouldn’t have to do all of this. I guess I’m going to accept whatever I get from him.” You shrugged with a sigh.


“You’re an idiot.” Ella laughed.


“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows at her, at first you heard her wrong because of the loud music.


“Josh likes you.” She told you.


“He does not, please don’t wind me up.” You sighed again, looking away from her. But you really wish you didn’t. Through all of the people, you could see Josh over the other side of the pool talking to a petite blonde.

“That’s fucking great!”


You weren’t really sure how many drinks you had had, but you could feel the alcohol taking over your body. The anger inside of you was making your blood boil with jealousy. The girl was laughing at something Josh said – bet she doesn’t know that you and Josh have been sharing a bed this whole trip!


“Y/N?” Charley touched your shoulder, finally getting your attention. “Go get him.”


Her words of encouragement really got to you as you felt your legs take you over to where they were. It was obvious they were flirting, and the closer you got to them the angrier you felt.


“Hey Y/N-“ Josh started but you cut him off.


“Hey, babe, I was just wondering what time you were coming to bed?”


Josh sent you a confused look and you didn’t even make eye contact with the girl. You didn’t know whether or not she was pretty up close but you also did not want to know.


“Well i-“ Josh tried again.


“Even if you’re coming up a little later, I hope you’ve got a shirt lying around for me to sleep in.” You said to him, a grin creeping onto your face.


“Y/N, what are you…”


“I will catch up with you later, Josh.” The girl said before patting him on the shoulder and walking off.


“What the fuck was that?” Josh asked, getting angry at you.


“What?” You asked with a grin, turning around and making your way inside of the villa. However, Josh followed you.


“You just fucking cock blocked me! Why? Why would you do that? For fuck sake, you know I haven’t had any sex this holiday!” Josh was getting angrier by the second, making some people look as you both made your way through the bunches of people.


“I just asked you something Josh, calm down, it’s not my fault she wasn’t interested.” You sniggered as you climbed the stairs.


“You know what you fucking did!”


“Calm down, babe.” You told him as you both entered the bedroom, you turned the light on.


“No, I won’t calm down! You are so fucking difficult! This whole trip you have been teasing me like fuck and then when I finally find someone who can potentially relieve me you mess it up. Y/N, why? I thought we were friends?” Josh’s voice was raised now and it was kind of turning you on by how frustrated and angry he was at you. He had you pressed up against the wall, cheeks flushed from anger.


“I have not been teasing you! Why would I? You clearly said at the start of this trip that you don’t want me!” You replied, getting nearer to Josh.


“Oh my god, is that what this is about? You were just trying to make me admit that I want you?” Josh lowered the volume now, working you out.


When you bit onto your lip and stayed silent, it confirmed it for Josh.


“Well Y/N, I do OK?” He told you, walking away from you.


“Do what?” You asked, following him across the room.


“I do want you!” This made you stop dead in your tracks. “I really want to fuck the shit out of you! You think it’s been easy for me seeing you in bikinis and wearing my t shirts? Sleeping in the same bed as you every night? Fucking hell, Y/N, I need you so fucking bad and I don’t care if you’re one of my best friends.”


The room suddenly went silent as you stared at Josh in shock.


“Well, what are you waiting for?” You tested him.


Within seconds, Josh had you pinned up against the wall again as his lips were against yours. He cupped your face with his hands as he kissed you desperately. The kiss was rushed and needed, you had both waited for this for so long and as much as you wanted to savour the moment, all you wanted right now was for Josh to be inside of you.


Your grabbed onto the hem of Josh’s t shirt, pulling it up his body. Josh got the message and pulled it up over his head, throwing it to the floor before he kissed you again.


Pulling you away from the wall, Josh quickly unzipped the back of your dress and it fell to the floor.


“I need you so fucking bad.” You mumbled against his lips as your hands went to his belt.


Josh moaned into your mouth when your hand accidentally brushed against the bulge in his jeans. You pulled his jeans down his legs but he quickly slid them off, leaving him in just his boxers and you in just a bra and underwear.


“I can’t believe this happening.” Josh muttered as he broke the kiss.


You grabbed his hand and smirked at him, pulling him with you as you walked over to the bed. You let go of his hand as your hands went behind you, unclipping your bra and dropping it to the floor before climbing onto the bed and laying down. Josh stood there, staring at you with a smirk playing on his lips.


“Get a condom then.” You laughed, using your hands to cover yourself up a little.


Josh quickly walked over to his bag, rummaging for a moment until he pulled out a condom. He was taking too long for you. Your hand trailed down to your centre, slipping your underwear to the side and collecting all your juices with your fingers before rubbing your clit. A moan left your lips, causing Josh to turn his head.


“Joooosh…” You moaned out, keeping eye contact with him as you touched yourself.


“Fucking hell, Y/N.” Josh beamed, pulling his boxers off and swiftly slipping the condom on.


He climbed onto the bed on his knees, grasping your wrist to stop you from touching yourself before grabbing the sides of your underwear and heaving them down your legs. He was being a bit rough but it only turned you on more.


“Shit…” Josh licked his lips as he parted your legs, revealing yourself fully to him. “Look how wet you are.”


Josh’s fingers trailed up and down your core, saturating his fingers.
“Ready?” He asked and you nodded.


He leaned forward so he was now hovering over you, your faces only millimetres apart. You draped your arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to yours. With a quick kiss pressed to your lips, Josh rocked into you. The feeling was foreign and it took you a few thrusts to get used it before the pleasure began to kick in.


Josh’s size felt seamless for you as he filled you up and hit you in the right place, making you whimper his name out loud. With every thrust there was a small groan from Josh. He buried his face into your bare neck and you wrapped your legs around his waist which just added to the pleasure.


“Feels so fucking good.” Josh moaned, picking up the pace a little bit.


You reached down to pinch Josh’s bare bum and he tittered into your neck. When he started to go faster into you, the feeling was getting more and more penetrating and you didn’t know how to handle it. Your hands went to Josh’s back, holding onto the flesh with your nails, creating red marks as you dragged them across his skin.


Josh shuffled a bit, moving back so he was now sitting up on his knees. He grabbed your legs and parted them before slamming back into you, causing you to moan loudly. Looking up at him, you noticed the tips of his fringe were starting to become damp from the layer of sweat that was forming on his skin.


“You’re so hot.” You mumbled out loud as you watched Josh rock in and out of you.


“Uh, babe.” Josh simply moaned.


He reached forward, fingers going to your clit to add to the pleasure he was already giving you. It made everything feel so much more intense and your stomach began to knot. The feeling of Josh toying with your sensitive bundle of nerves mixed with him thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace was getting too much for you and you could feel yourself edging closer to your high.


“I’m gonna cum, Josh!” You screamed out as Josh continued to satisfy you.


Your fingers gripped onto the light blue duvet that was beneath you and you screwed your eyes shut in utter desire. Your breath was gone and your heart beat was going crazy, all because of Josh.


“Oh, Josh.” You moaned out.


Josh now used both hands to grip onto your waist, pounding in and out of you as he was getting closer to his own high. When you clenched your walls, it set him off. His grip on your waist became harsh and he moaned your name throughout the room.


“Y/N, fuckkkk!” He groaned as he released into the condom.


“Oh my fucking god.” You breathed out.


Josh pulled out of you, swiftly disposing of the condom and clearing everything up on the bed and you.


“Hey, Josh?” You spoke as he pulled you closer to him.


“Mmh?” He mumbled.


“My plan worked.”

Happy Birthday, My Love (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader) - One Shot Smut

Originally posted by millicentcordelia

This is for my amazing and lovely friend, and the talented writer @welcome-to-cobblepothell for her birthday. Happy birthday, sweetheart. My life wouldn’t be the same without you and I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so very much ❤

Summary: It’s your birthday and you come home late in the evening after a long day at work, and your boyfriend is there with a little surprise for you.

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Language, A Little bit of Doms!Wald.

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Stay, älskling- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by jamiebenntrash

Ok so I’m SO SORRY! This didn’t get up yesterday! Work was a disaster! So you’ll get 4 updates today! I’m really sorry guys! Ok so this is smutty! I like how this one turned out! Anyway for those not joining us, up next is: well and Auston Matthews smut, so later today is Andre Burakovsky!

Warning: smut, sex, smexy time, cursing

Anon Request: i loved the andre “hang out” imagine!! do you think you could sort of do a part 2 to that? like she’s at his house for a booty call basically (smutty!! if you dont mind - you write it well!) and then after that she normally just leaves right away but hes like no stay/let’s hang out/let’s just lay here/something, anything fluffy? basically like they’re transitioning from just being fuck buddies to being more into each other? thank you for writing for all of us!!!

Hang Out- Part One

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Lovehearts

LITTLE WARNING: things do get a little steamy but it’s nothing we’ve not all fantasised about before!!


As soon as you arrived home, you noticed Jongdae’s shoes beside yours and your heart immediately leapt to cloud nine. Rushing to kick off your painful heels, you dumped your bag and keys by the door and went in search of your handsome boyfriend who was home at a sensible time for the first time in almost a week. “Jongdae?” you called out, checking the lounge and kitchen, both of which were empty.

You headed upstairs, taking the steps as fast as you could in your restricting pencil skirt. “Jongdae?” you shouted from the top step, just as your ears filled with the sound of running water from the bathroom.

“Hey babe!” your boyfriend called back, his voice slightly muffled through the door. “There’s a surprise on the bed for you!”

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