taking over the dance floor

Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 



Originally posted by luvinchris

“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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Brat: 02

Originally posted by iloveyoo-ngi

Brat: 01 02 03
Ship: Sana | Yoongi | Reader
Description: You’re the domme, he’s the brat. But things won’t stay as simple as that.
Warnings: Sub!Yoongi, Fingering, Humiliation, Sex Toy, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Ass Play, Punishment, Grinding?
Word Count: 2,247
A/N: Still dedicated to @jeonjagiya AKA the evilest person I know.

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10 Years (The Reunion III)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warning: swearing, kissing, lol, fluff, heartache, and this is not proof read sorry

Tagging: @nervousmemzie  @apollogirl13 @janeerikabrady @nerdishstylist @typingtwombly @maddie110201 @ashleyswriting @ashleyjeanvanheel @dtescohmi @atlas-of-the-world  @archiekins-ronnie @itsall-inmy-head @darlingimafangirl @ivette29 @henrietteoaks

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (you are here) / Part 5

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

The cold water covered Stiles’ face as he took a deep breath, closing his eyes to splash another handful of water over his hot skin. He was shaking, he thought he was ready to see you but he really wasn’t. He stared into mirror, watching his brown eyes falter and his once happy smile disappear. “Fuck.” He groaned, anger building inside his veins. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Stiles recalled the last time he was in this position, the heat rising onto his cheeks, remembering the time he failed himself.

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The feeling struck me suddenly, deep, in my heart, in the pit of my stomach, that I wanted him, fuck, I wanted him more than anything.
I wanted the lazy mornings and the exhilarating nighttimes, I wanted wild dancing and electric beats, I wanted to feel that chaotic happiness taking over me, just the two of our bodies pressed together on the dance floor.
I wanted the uncontrollable happiness bubbling up in me when he looked back at me, across the room, when he smiled and smirked, and beckoned me with his eyes.
I wanted the passion, I wanted the fire, but I wanted the love, too. I wanted the soft brush of our hands when we walked side by side, the press of his thigh next to mine when we shared a blanket on the couch, the warmth of his arm around my shoulder, the comfort of his fluttering kisses on my cheeks.
I wanted him so desperately, so deeply. When he smiled at me, with that chaotic, knowing smile of his, I knew he wanted me too, passionately, wildly, uncontrollably.
—  “All I wanted was you, from the beginning, and I’ve finally accepted how deeply that feeling runs.”
(m.b, a pynch poem)
"Aren't you the one sitting on my lap?" | DEAN Scenario (ft. Zico, Crush & friends) | Part 2

I hope you guys like it! I messed with it a lot tbh.

Summary: After arriving to the club, you have a drink. Jiho keeps you company, then Hyo swoops in and shoves you outside to see Hyuk. What does he have to say?

Word Count: 654


Jiho pulled up to the club and parked. Finally, you thought. Hyuk loosened his grip around your waist, so you turned to undo the seat belt, making him groan a little. You blushed and got out of the car, practically running into the club before he could say anything. You needed a drink.

You went up to the bar and sat down, “two shots of Jack please.”

“Make that four,” you heard Hyo say as he sat down next to you.

“So how was the ride?”

You scoffed, “shut up.”

Hyo laughed, and you quickly took your 2 shots.

“Damn,” he awed, “did you even breathe between them?”

You giggled at Hyo’s joke, “I’m gonna go dance. Hold my purse please.”

You dropped your bag in his lap again, and he just kept taking shots. You shook your head, walking over to the dance floor. It’s been awhile since you danced.

You knew someone was watching you, you could feel their stare as you swayed your hips. I don’t know him, you thought, eyeing him as he approached you. He greeted you, asking if he could buy you a drink. You opened your mouth to explain that you were with friends, but you were cut off by an irritated Hyuk. You noticed Jiho and the others eyeing the situation. Jiho was ready to grab all of you and dip, you could see it on his face.

“She’s actually here with me,” Hyuk retorted back to the man, “so I’ll be getting her a drink.”

He put his arm around your waist firmly to guide you over to a booth, mumbling to himself. You slid into the booth, him following behind. He sat so close, you could feel his body heat radiate off you.

“So, uh, what was that about?”

Hyuk looked at you sideways, “we’re here with friends, not to find someone to hook up with.”

Before you could say something, he got up and went to the bar. You scoffed. What was up with him? After a few more drinks, and listening to Jiho talk about music for 2 hours, Hyo plopped down next to you.

“(Y/N), go console Hyuk,” he slurred, “you gotta.”

You laughed, “how many drinks have you had?”

“8, but that doesn’t matter,” you laughed, “go talk to him. It’s important. I’m tired of hearing about it and it’s ABOUT TIME you hear it.”

Jiho looked at him, “whaaat? He’s serious?”

Hyo nodded, grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. He walked you over to the back door of the club and opened it. He lightly pushed you outside, “GOOD LUCK!”

Hyo shut the door and you heard a sigh and looked over to Hyuk sitting on the floor with a bottle of Jack. You sat next to him, causing him to take a swig.

“Have you ever really wanted to say something? Like really badly, but it’s weird and you have no idea how things might change?”

“Uh, sure. What do you want to say?” You took his bottle and took a swig, your stomach suddenly felt like a pit. Did he like you?

“I’d rather not say anything, actually. ”

“What do you m–”

You got cut off by Hyuk’s lips, and God they were so soft. You kissed him back, melting into the kiss. He put his hand on your waist and pulled you closer. It was filled with so much emotion, so much passion.

He broke the kiss for air, “I like you. A lot. But I don’t wanna make it weird and we have all the same friends and I just… I like you, (Y/N).”

He cupped your cheek with his hand and met your forehead with his and sighed. It felt so good for him to finally say that, drunk or not.

You smiled, “I like you too, Hyuk.”

He smiled and pulled you into his lap, “wanna get out of here?”


There’s part 2! I’m so sorry it took so long, life would not slow down haha, but here it is! I hope you enjoyed it!


Marauders Preference - Disney Songs

A/N: Surprise! Marauders preference based on Disney songs! These are kind of short, but hopefully you still enjoy them!


(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSsx0PC5yrk

So this is love (humming)
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I’m all aglow, (humming)
And now I know
The key to all heaven is mine

You hummed quietly to the radio as you stirred the pancake batter by hand. Sure, you could do it with magic but the motion was relaxing and on a peaceful Sunday morning, you weren’t in any rush. 

You were, however, trying your best to get the food done by the time James woke up. James loved pancakes, especially the ones with chocolate chips and lots of syrup. Unfortunately for him, being a professional quidditch player meant staying in shape. Therefore, his opportunities for consuming pancakes were limited. He only allowed pancakes after a victory. Fortunately for the both of you, he had led his team to a commanding win the night before. 

“Please tell me you’re making pancakes,” came a sleepy voice from the doorway. 

Turning, you saw a messy haired James walking toward you in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts. 

“Of course I am. You won last night, didn’t you?” you joked. 

“I was on the pitch, wasn’t I?” he quipped back smugly. 

You huffed as you poured the batter onto the steaming skillet and focused your attention on the eggs cooking on the stove. 

James made his way over to you, placing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder. 

“As much as I love your cooking, I love waking up to you more,” he murmured into your neck, his arms snaking around your waist. 

“Mm, well, what’s stopping us from going back to bed after breakfast?” you asked back, eager to spend a quiet day at home with your fiancé. 

“I like the way your mind works,” he chuckled.

“I like you,” you responded, kissing his cheek as you gently shoved him away. “Now, get off, so I can finish cooking.”

He groaned quietly but did as instructed, stalking off to the other side of the kitchen.

You worked in quiet for a few minutes. James watched you intently, etching the way you moved into his mind. Every one of your features magnified in the soft morning light. 

He was pretty confident that he would never tire of this. Spending the rest of his life with you. He couldn’t understand the couples that complained about each other. The ones that seemed to only be together out of necessity or convenience. You and James’ version of love was nothing like that. It was unconditional. It was fights with quick and sincere apologies. It was falling asleep in uncomfortable positions just to be near each other. Late night laughs and comforts after rough days. It was heaven. And James had the key. You.  

Eventually, James grew restless and began to sway around the kitchen, his moves not even close to the rhythm of the music. His terrible dancing sending you into giggling fits as you moved the food to the table. 

“You are, without a doubt, the worst dancer I have ever seen,” you laughed. 

“And you get to call me yours! How lucky are you?” He shimmied his way over to you, hands taking yours and pulling you onto the ‘dance floor.’ 


“Come on, love, it’s my day off! Humor me,” he pleaded. 

“Oh, alright,” you conceded and allowed James to parade you around the room. 

After the song ended, James rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your nose. 

“I love you, too,” you assured. “Can we eat now, though?”

He let out a hearty laugh, “Course we can. Can never resist your food, can I?”


There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don’t got a lot to say
But there’s something about her
And you don’t know why
But you’re dying to try
You wanna kiss girl

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrRbB-qUJfY)

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

She’s quiet. But whip-smart. A humor that not everyone got. Eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. A mischievous glint that appeared when no one was looking. No one but Remus it seemed. And god, he liked her. More than he should. He knew she deserved better. Someone more stable. Safer. But he craved her. Craved her like chocolate.

Sitting across from her in the astrology tower, he watched her discretely. He loved the way her hair fell around her shoulders. The way her lips curved upward slightly. The way her eyes were filled with wonder as she examined the nighttime sky. 

“You ever think about how small we are?” she asked suddenly, her eyes never leaving the stars. 

“Um,” Remus started, a bit unsure of how to answer. 

“I mean, like, we’re so insignificant. We don’t even know how big this world is. We’re just a concept. We’re grains of sand in an infinite desert,” she marveled. 

He shook his head as she continued to ramble. His smile was one of fondness. He loved the way her mind worked. The way she seemed to just ‘get it.’ She didn’t get caught up in unnecessary drama or worries. She just lived. And that was something Remus needed. Badly. 

 “Remus?” her melodic voice shook him out of his own thoughts. 


“Do you think there’s a reason we met? Like do you think we were brought together for a reason?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to scare her off. “I - I’d like to think so.”

She grinned, “Me too,” before turning back up to the sky. 

Remus wanted her. He wanted to kiss her. Softly. Passionately. Sloppily. He wanted to wake up to her in his arms, her hair splayed across the pillow like a hallow. He wanted to comfort her when she was upset. He wanted to tell her his fears. He wanted her to tell him he was okay just the way he was. He wanted everything about her.

“Y/N?” Remus mumbled. 


“Can I -” he paused, completely terrified. 

“Can you what, Remus?”

He took a deep breath, “Can I kiss you?”

Even in the dim moonlight, Remus could see her cheeks redden, her mouth falling open slightly as she processed his request. 

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-,” Remus stuttered. 

“Yes,” she said boldly, cutting him off. “Yes, Remus, you can kiss me.”

He looked up at her in surprise. She had a soft smile playing at her lips and was looking at him expectantly. 

Leaning in, their lips met. The kiss was soft. Sweet. Everything it should be. 

When they pulled apart, she kissed his cheek in acknowledgment before asking, “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade next weekend?”


Who’d ya think you’re kidding?
He’s the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya
Girl ya can’t conceal it
We know how you’re feelin’, who you’re thinking of

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl0DMTlwLw4)

Originally posted by sadlildarling

“You two are so in love,” Marlene clapped her hands together. 

Sirius had just left your room, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder as he headed out. Your eyes meeting one last time as he looked over his shoulder before he passed through the doorframe. 

“We are not! We’re friends,” you asserted. 

“No,” Lily chimed in, “Sirius and I are friends. We don’t look at each other like that.”

Marlene nodded in agreement, dropping her magazine in favor of teasing you.
“Told you!” 

“You two are unbelievable!” you sighed. Sure, Sirius was good looking and a good friend. And maybe, you two had been seeing each other secretly. BUT you were not in love with him. And he was NOT in love with you. 

You knew how Sirius was. He got around. He treated each girl with respect, but that didn’t change the fact that he was a well known ladies’ man. There was nothing about your relationship that hinted it was anything more than a fling. 

And that was why you couldn’t admit your feelings for him. Even to yourself. 

You huffed, “I’m going for a walk.”

Lily and Marlene shared a knowing look, but didn’t stop you. 

Making your way down the stairs, you saw the boys sitting on the couch. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” James greeted.

You waved but kept walking. 

“Where you headed?” Sirius asked.

“Going for a walk,” you mumbled, shocked at how quickly your feelings for him had resurfaced. Upset at yourself for getting so worked up over them. 

Sirius started to respond, but you swiftly exited through the portrait hole before he could finish.

Tears started to well, and you put your head down as you walked down the corridor, no destination in mind. 

“(Y/N)!” Sirius called, running after you. 

Shit. Blinking your eyes a few times, hoping the tears would stop, you paused. 

He slowed to a halt next to you, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing,” you answered, looking everywhere but his eyes. 

“(Y/N),” Sirius tilted your chin so you had to meet his eyes. “Talk to me, love. Did I do something?”

You shook your head. 

“Please, sweetheart, say something,” his voice was on the verge of breaking, his eyes worried. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“For what?” he asked incredulously. 

“Getting attached. Falling for you.”

“I don’t understand?” 

“I know that we’re not serious. I know it was never going to be. But I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much. To know this is going to end. You’ll find someone else,” you admitted. 

Sirius was quiet as he processed your words. His face going unreadable for a moment before he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your hairline. 

“Oh, (Y/N),” he chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you shouted, pulling away from him.

“No!” he exclaimed. “I’m not laughing at you! I just - I should have told you earlier. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not getting rid of me,” he clarified.


“I guess I sort of fell for you. More than expected.” He rubbed his neck nervously, glancing at the ground. 

“You- you did?”

“Yeah. I think I love you, actually,” he mumbled, his cheeks red. 

Standing on your toes, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I love you too.”

The two of you grinned dopily at each other before finally heading back to the common room, hand in hand. Before you’d even made it through the portrait hole, you were greeted by cheers. 

“Called it!” yelled Marlene as Lily high-fived her.

Shape Of You (E.D)

Summary: This is based off the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Ethan meets a girl at a bar. Does Ethan start to fall for her?

Word Count:1,967

Warnings: Sexual mentions. (brief)

A/N: Ethan is older in this, like 22/23. I know they said they wouldn’t drink, but lets just pretend they do for the time being. 

Originally posted by achromatic-soul

Ethan’s POV

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

“Peace!” Grayson and I shouted at our camera.

“Finally! I feel like we’ve been filming forever!” Grayson said, walking over to turn the camera off.

“At least we got the filming out the way. Now all we gotta do is edit, and have it up on Tuesday.” I said, packing up the filming equipment.

“Lets edit tomorrow. Aaron and Jack wanted to go get some drinks tonight.” Grayson said, as we were putting everything away in our camera room.

Grayson and I finally finished filming all our videos for next week. Tonight we decided to go have a few drinks with our friends Aaron, and Jack.

* * * *

We were at the bar, drinking and talking, as we waited for another round of shots. I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful girl sitting across the bar. She was sitting with a group of girls who I assumed were her friends. She had on some kind of white shirt that exposed her shoulders, showing off her lightly tan skin. Her hair was pushed back into a low ponytail, giving me a clear view of her face. Her gaze met mine, and her stained red lips formed into a smile.

“Yo E, what are you staring at?” Grayson asked, causing the guys to stop talking, and glancing in the same direction as me.

“Dude she’s hot!” Aaron said, before drinking his beer.

“Go talk to her dude!” Jack said, pushing me off my seat slightly.

“Uh I think she’s coming over here E.” Grayson said. 

And you come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

She was walking over to our end of the bar with her drink in hand. She had on some tight olive colored jeans, showing off the curves of her hips. She looked tall, but that could’ve been from the heels she was wearing.

She placed the drink down on the counter, and took the empty seat next to mine. 

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” she said, reaching out her hand to shake mine. 

“I’m Ethan. Um n-nice to meet you.” I replied nervously, grabbing her hand in mine to shake it. I noticed her well groomed nails, were polish a soft pink color.

* * * *

I introduced her to the guys. After a while they left, and so did her friends, leaving just me and Y/N. I told her about myself, and about YouTube. She thought it was pretty cool, and promise that she’ll watch some of our videos. We spent over an hour talking getting to know each other a little bit, while we enjoyed a few more drinks.

She was sitting in the bar stool, swaying back and forth to the music playing on the juke box. 

“Want to dance?” I asked, holding out my hand.

“Sure.” she smiled, taking my hand and we walked over to the dance floor.

Originally posted by cannotthinkstraight

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Her hands were placed on each of my shoulder, while my hands were at the small of her back as we swayed to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes were locked on the ground, I couldn’t tell if it was because she was nervous or is she was scared that I was going to step on all of her toes. Even with heels on she was still short than me. Her forehead only measured up to my chin. Chuckling at the thought of how much shorter she’ll be without the heels on. I guess she heard me, which caused her eyes to dart up at me. 

“What?” she asked, eyes meeting mine.

“Nothing, you’re just pretty short.” I said, flashing her a smile, making her playfully roll her eyes at me.

We continued to talk while we were dancing. Somewhere in the mist of our conversation, I couldn’t help but her lost into her soulful eyes. They had a sparkle to them, that captivated me. She was truly so beautiful. I guess she noticed I had stop paying attention, so she grabbed both of my hands that were resting on her back, catching me off guard. She moved them down to her waist, hooking her arms around the back of my neck. Pulling me closer. Our bodies were so close that it sent electric shocks through me as we swayed slowly on the dance floor to the music.

I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body

We continued to move slowly to the music. My hands still on her waist. Wishing that they could be all over her right now. I wanted to run my hands over every line, every curve on her body. Memorizing her body. I wanted to taste her pink lips, and feel her wavy hair between my fingers. I wanted to love every inch of her.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body

I opened my eyes to see Grayson with his phone in my face. I smacked it away, annoyed at how he always loves to wake me up.

“Woah! Did you guys have sex last night?” he asked. He raised his eyebrows, picking up a condom wrapper off the floor.

“Are you cheating on me Ethan?” Grayson said in his girl voice, fake crying into his hands. 

“Dude get the fuck out!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at him, as he was running out the bedroom.

I turned over to the other side of the bed, and the scent of Chanel perfume filled my nose. Moments from last night flashed back into my head.

* Flashback *

… picking up my pace, I started thrusting harder. Faster. Loud moans escaping her lips every time the thick length of my dick, brushed up against her clit with every thrust. I kissed her hard, feeling myself reaching that point. I gave her one more deep thrust, my groans vibrating through her body, as I released into the condom. I rolled off of her and onto my side, resting my hand on top of her waist pulling her towards me. Falling asleep with my long arm draped around her.

* End Of Flashback *

One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date
You and me are thrifty, so go all you can eat
Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour
And how your family is doing okay
Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play, and I’m singing like

I met Y/N a little over a week ago at the bar, and almost instantly we had a connection. Maybe that sounds a little cliche, but I like her, and I’m pretty sure she likes me too. We’ve been texting none stop since she left my house early that morning after the bar. She wasn’t like these other girls, she was different. She didn’t care about me being a well known YouTuber. She didn’t treat me like I was “famous”. She treated me like any other normal, average guy. I decided it was time for an actual date. I mean aside from that night, we haven’t been able to hang out or see each other because of both our busy schedules. Her with college and work, and me with filming. I finally had some time off this week, so I decided to call her up, and maybe set up a little something.

* * * *

I decided to take Y/N on a hike, and I would have a nice picnic set up for us under the beautiful LA night sky. I wanted us to be somewhere were we could be by ourselves and really get to enjoy each others company. Talk, and get to know one another a little bit better. 

She told me more about her life, as did I. We talked about her family, about good things, and even the bad things that happened in our lives. We were so comfortable with each other, and there was no doubt that the connection we had was strong. We lost track of time, and by the time I checked my watch it was already a little past midnight. I didn’t want the date to end, but I knew it was time, we both headed home. 

I made sure I had an Uber waiting for us, that way we didn’t have to walk back home. Within a few minutes, the Uber pulled up. I opened the door for Y/N, and she got in sliding towards the window with me getting in right after her. 

I wrapped my left arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her body towards mine. Letting her body fall a little on mine, so she can rest her hand comfortably on my shoulder. 

“Thank you for an amazing date Ethan.” she spoke. Her voice was low, but I was able to make out what she was saying.

“Hopefully we can do this again soon.” I said, looking at down at her with a cocked up eyebrow. This was my way of asking her on another date. 

“I’d love to.” she replied, tilting her head up, and her eyes meeting mine. Impulsively, I leaned down and kissed her. Immediately her hands found the sides of my cheeks, and she kissed me back. My hand found its way to the small of her back, pushing her closer towards me. Without breaking the kiss, she threw one leg over me, and straddle me in the back of the Uber. My other hand rested on the back of her neck. Our kisses became deeper, and more intense. I heard the driver turn up the radio, I’m guessing to block us out, but I didn’t care. 

Our kiss was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. We pulled away to see that we were in front of Y/N’s apartment complex. I was about to tell her goodbye, but without saying a word, she grabbed my hand pulling me out the backseat of the Uber. Walking me up the stairs to her apartment.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

John Laurens x Reader- The Winters Ball

Summary- you meet John at the winters and basically turn into Eliza during helpless

Warning- none

You stared at yourself in the mirror, wanting to rip this stupid dress off and burn it, put on a nightgown and slip into bed with a book. You were being forced to go to this year’s Winters Ball. Even though you were born into upper class society and raised to be like the people you were surrounded by daily, you hated hanging out with them and them in general. They were all so snobby and full of themselves, well, except the Schuyler’s.

For the past few months, ever since your brother went to war, you’ve been staying with them. You were close to all the sisters, grew up with them. They were basically your only friends growing up and only friends now. About a week ago, your brother sent you a letter asking you to attend the ball. According to him, even if you hated them, you were still a Washington.

The only reason you agreed is so that you could see George again, you missed him.

“I don’t want to go!” you yelled at Eliza as you turned to face her, who was finishing up herself.

“You have to.” she shot back.

“Everybody ready?” you heard Angelica yell. You let out a loud groan as you put on your shoes and headed downstairs.

“Come on, it will be fun.” Peggy smiled, running up behind you and pushing you down the stairs. She loved these things.

“Sure it will.” you said sarcastically.

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Pairing:  Emily Prentiss x Reader

Request:  Anon asked:  Hi! Could you please do an Emily Prentiss x reader where they’re inseparable best friends and have feelings for each other and the reader confides in her father Rossi about her feelings and he makes it his mission to set them up?

A/N:  This is cute.  I’m loving all the Emily fluff requests I’ve had!  

If you have requested something and I haven’t posted it yet, just know that I’ve seen it and I will upload it.  I’ve just been a bit down in the dumps lately and my motivation has been shattered, but I’m doing just fine and I promise to get to work!!

Originally posted by romanovaas

“Drinks tonight?” Morgan asked the group as everyone piled into the jet.

“I’m down.  Could use a pick-me-up after a case like that,” Emily was the first to respond.  She sat down on one of the seats, gently brushing past you, her arm grazing yours for a moment.  You felt a shiver run down your body, trying to cover up the obvious reaction her touch had on you by sitting down quickly next to your father, who eyed you suspiciously.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an emison prompt where Ali gets jealous of someone trying to flirt with Em

this went somewhere I wasn’t expecting but I kinda like it, I hope you do too! xx

Ali rushed into their bar, the bar that they had their first ‘official’ date. The bar that they met in the first Thursday of every month since, without fail, arriving separately, treating it like their first date all over again, every fear and pain forgotten for just a few hours. She quickly adjusted her dress so that it flowed more elegantly after hurrying from home, running late because Hanna had to bail on babysitting so instead entrusting her son into the arms of Toby and Caleb of all people. She shook her head, trying to keep her mind focused on one thing, and one thing only; Emily Fields. Unable to stop herself from grinning, she entered the bar and was greeted with people dancing all over the place, loud, enticing music and the smell of salsa and chips filling her nose. She scanned the area, but found no sign of her girlfriend.

I’m here, where are you? xx

She texted her, concern growing because Emily was never late, especially to date night. In fact she usually waited at the bar, drinks already waiting and food on its way. Going deeper, music growing gradually louder, she finally found Emily sat at a barstool with…a brunette she had never seen before in her life. She stood still, jolted a little by the scene as the girl laughed at one of Em’s jokes, touching her hand and leaning over so that her chest was exposed. Alison could feel blood boiling under her skin.

“Em!” She called plastering a too-eager smile on her face. Emily turned, jumping up as she saw her girlfriend and kissing her lightly. As she tried to pull away, Ali grabbed her harder from behind, yanking her closer as Emily melted into the fiery kiss, surprised at the gesture but perfectly happy to reciprocate. As Ali finally let her go, she looked at the brunette who had been keeping Emily company, her eyes twitching. Emily frowned, wondering why Alison had suddenly grown so cold, following her gaze to the skinny latte that sat next to her.

“Oh” she realised, trying to suppress a smirk at understanding that kiss “Uh, Ali, this is Sam. She noticed my copy of Brave New World and we got talking- Sam, this is my girlfriend Alison” Sam smiled forcibly, barely looking Ali in the eyes as her gaze travelled to Emily’s hand, trying to look for a ring, Alison guessed.

“A good book” Ali agreed “not my favourite” She shrugged, taking a seat. Emily cringed, wondering why Sam had not yet taken a hint and moved on, the touch of her hand on her arm suddenly burning through her clothes.

“What is?” Sam’s eyes shot at Alison’s, as if she were testing her.
“Great Expectations” Ali said, sending Emily’s heart fluttering “it’s a classic” Sam raised her chin a little, her back arching.

“Anyway, Sam it was-” Emily began, but was cut short by Alison who’s eyes did not waver from Sam’s.

“So classic, in fact, that when we were in High School it helped me realise I was in love with my best friend. So I suggest that you take your sweaty paw of my girlfriends arm now before I take that book and place it somewhere that will have you chasing your tail all night long” Alison’s stare did not falter, and as the words fell out of her mouth before she even knew she was saying them, Sam cleared her throat, standing up so that they were at an equal height. “Did you not hear me?” Ali asked pointedly when she didn’t move. “I said get out of here, scooby” Sam frowned, not wanting to release the smile that threatened to take over her face.

“It was nice to meet you, Emily” She said, smiling sweetly and digging a card out of her purse “call me when this goes downhill. Or, you know, you get bored”  She smirked, blowing Alison a kiss before she walked away, swaying her hips. Ali took a deep breath, before she sat down again, not baring to look Emily in the eye.

“Are we going to pretend that didn’t happen, or…?” Emily began, resting her hand on Alison’s shoulder and turning her to face her so that she couldn’t avoid the question. Ali sighed, ordering herself a cosmopolitan before she spoke.

“Are you angry?” She asked, a  hint of frustration in her tone. It didn’t go unnoticed as Emily recoiled.
“Yes” She said bluntly “I was handling it, Alison” The bartender placed Ali’s drink next to her and she muttered her thanks.

“Really, Em? Because I think we both know that you are incapable of saying no to somebody until they’re grinding up against you in the dark corner of a room” She took a sip of her drink, revelling in the cool taste sliding down her throat.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Emily questioned, her heart rate rising.

“It’s supposed to mean that it isn’t exactly a secret that you’re probably the most beautiful woman on the planet” Alison shot, turning to look Emily in the eye “It isn’t a secret that you’re more comfortable with yourself than I am. It isn’t a secret that you’ve become an expert in the field of…girls and it certainly isn’t a secret that if you wanted to, you could do a lot better than me” Her voice wobbled at the last part, and she looked down at her feet in embarrassment. Emily wanted to scream at her, but really she couldn’t get past the look of heartbreak that shattered Alison’s expression. Instead, she took her hand, pulling her into an embrace. 

“Ali” She breathed as Alison’s head rested lightly on her shoulder “I have been in love with you since I was 14 years old” Ali sighed, looking up at her with broken eyes. “so, please, listen to me when I tell you you’re the only girl I’ll ever want to be with” Ali suddenly felt tears stinging at the back of her throat.

“I’m sorry” she whispered. Emily tilted her head, leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to make you realise how much I love you, Ali” Emily replied, taking Alison’s hand and squeezing it tightly.
“I know you love me” Ali counteracted, smirking in spite of herself “I just sometimes have trouble understanding why” Emily sighed, running a hand through Ali’s hair.

“You don’t have to understand why” Emily reasoned “you just have to know that I do. I love you more than I have ever loved someone in my life. I loved you so much I’ve spent the last 5 years jumping from bed to bed trying to find someone who would numb the pain of you not loving me back” And that’s when Alison’s heart cracked.

“I have always loved you back. I just didn’t know it” Emily chuckled.

“If you didn’t know, how the hell was I supposed to?” She argued, trying to get a smile out of her girlfriend. Ali laughed weakly.

“I suppose you’re right” She said apologetically. There was a momentary silence as both took another sip of their drink.

“We said forever, right?” Emily broke it, not looking her in the eye for the blush that overtook her face. Ali grinned.

“Yeah. Yeah we did” Emily shrugged.

“Then you should know that’s how long I plan on being with you” Happiness radiated out of Ali as she leant against Emily’s shoulder. “come on” She said, taking her hand and walking her over to the dance floor “we’ve still got a couple of hours before baby needs us. Let’s make them count”

anonymous asked:

#27 ~ Alex with fem!reader, I'm so intrigued by this one lmao

Yay!! i’m looking forward to this one, thanks for requesting!! enjoy (: x

#27: “Stop putting sticks in my hair, we’re at your uncle’s wedding.”

Alex’s dad was the one to invite you to the wedding. You smiled and accepted, excited to attend and meet more of Alex’s fambam. You bought a dress that caused Alex to double take [in a good way] and did yourself up for the sunny day ahead. Alex’s hand stayed in yours the entire day, a proud smile on his face when his grandmother came up to you and offered you a giant bear hug.

It was a garden wedding, beautifully done and executed. His uncle and bride looked stunning together with the large rolling hills behind them and plantation around them as they said their vows. A picture perfect wedding.

All of the guests were now chilling out or partying. Food had been served, and it was delicious, and now the DJ was pumping the tunes and everyone was dancing. Even eighty-two year old Iris. Alex took your hand in his again and walked over to the side of the dance floor, taking a seat on the grass. You watched his younger cousins jumping around to the latest hits, making you laugh when they tried to get Alex to join them. He refused, creating some excuse, causing them to run away.

You looked up, leaning back and resting your weight onto your hands. The sun had set and the warm air surrounded you as you watched the stars fill the night sky. It was beautiful, you wished your wedding could be this perfect.

You felt something hit your cheek and snapped your head in the direction of your boyfriend. “What was that?” You asked.

He grinned. “What was what?” He oh so obviously knew.

“You’re so funny, Alex, wow.” You sarcastically spoke, earning a smile from him, before he threw another piece of stick at your face, this time hitting your forehead. “Stop.” You pouted, sitting up properly and trying to grab his hand in order to pull the stick from his hand.

He laughed loudly and moved away from your outstretched hand. “Let me do it.” He whined, throwing another piece into your hair.

“Alex!” You scolded. “Why would I let you do it?!” You squealed a bit as he sprinkled the remaining pieces of stick into your hair. “Stop putting sticks in my hair, we’re at your uncle’s wedding!”

fytbolistka  asked:

Hola! Wanna something with "There are two types of beings in the universe: those who dance, and those who do not. - I get it, yes. I am a dancer, Gamora is not. - You need to find a woman who's pathetic, like you."/ So after that Guardians have Tony, who dance of course =D (P.S. Thanks for blog - it's amazing, love you so much!)

Ahh first of all: THANK YOU. love you too :)


“There are two types of beings in the universe: those who dance, and those who do not.”

Peter can’t help it. He can’t forget these words from Drax. When he told them, he had spoken about Gamora.

And he was right. It didn’t work out between them. And … Peter is glad about that now.

Because Gamora is his best friend and he will save her ass everyday (and he hopes she would save his too) and he likes it that way.

He still can make jokes with her and tell her his secrets. And thats enough. It feels good.


What? Of course there is a but!

He is in love again. Peter groans. Why is that so easy for him? To fall in love?

Actually it wasn’t that easy. He didn’t saw him and thought: i’m gonna marry this guy. But it was a close call.

Peter groans again.

“Do you wanna add anything to that?” asks Rocket and looks up from his newest gun.

“How do i find out if somebody is a dancer?” asks Peter and Rocket looks for a moment at him.

Then he laughs his ugly fake laugh.

“Maybe i don’t know if you ever heard of that - ask that person?” says Rocket and his gun make a screeching noise. Peter frowns.

“I can’t ask him that.” says Peter. He would get laughed at.

“You could ask his friends.” says Gamora now and of course she knows who Peter is talking about.

Peter nods sadly.

“Isn’t that a bit conspicuous?” asks Peter and Rocket laughs again.

“You are always conspicuous. So why does it matter?” asks Rocket and Peter groans.

“I am Groot.”

Peter doesn’t know what that means but they are right. He needs to know if Tony is a dancer. And then he will win his heart.

Oh god.


They are nearly six months on earth now. They like it here and even Rocket is happy. So since there isn’t a bad alien going crazy again, they stay with Tony and his Avengers.

“Uhm… Spiderlady.” says Peter when he sees Natasha in the living room. She reads a really thick book with a skull on the front. Peter shivers.

“It’s Black Widow.” answers Natasha and she turns to another page.

“Uhm Black Widow.” he says then and this time Natasha puts the book down.

“What do you want?” she says irritated already. Peter takes gulps of air.

“Who says i want something?” he asks back and Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Alright, then goodnight.”

“Wait.” says Peter when she stands up.

“It’s about Tony.” says Natasha and Peter can feel his blush creeping up his neck.

“Uhm yeah. So huh…do you know if… uhm he likes dancing?” says Peter and Natasha seems to think for a moment.

“No.” she says and goes over to the door.

“You don’t know it or he doesn’t like it?” asks Peter and Natasha smiles.

“Ask him yourself.”

Wow so no help at all. Wonderful.



“Nobody calls me James Starprince.” says Bucky when Peter meets him in the gym. He sees how Bucky watches Steve at the punching bag.

“Tony says Bucky is a name for a dog.” answers Peter and ignores his own wrong name.

“And since you are in love with him you do what he wants right?” laughs Bucky and Peter turns a bright red.

“I’m not….” starts Peter but Bucky holds up his hand.

“Dont lie about something like that.” says Bucky softly and he still looks at Steve.

“Alright.” mutters Peter.

“So what do you want to know?” asks Bucky and winks.

“Uhm.. do you know if Tony likes to dance?” asks Peter and Bucky seems a bit surprised.

“I don’t know. Why would you want to know that?” asks Bucky back and Peter shrugs.

“Its just an expression from my friend who said if somebody likes dancing a lot, which i do and somebody doesn't…. they shouldn’t be together. And he was right with that before.” says Peter and Bucky smiles.

“So you think if Tony hates dancing or can’t dance at all, you can’t date?”

“It sounds dumb like that.” says Peter and Bucky laughs again.

“Because it is dumb. Look at me. I can dance every standard dance and not bad may i add. But Steve can’t dance for shit and he hates it. Doesn’t matter.” says Bucky and he winks at Peter.

And oh.

Maybe Drax wasn’t right after all.


“Pepper?” asks Peter at a gala when she dances with him. She obviously can dance and Peter likes it.

“Yeah?” she asks back and smiles.

“Can Tony dance?” asks Peter and looks at Tony who stands at the edge of the room and watches them.

“Why do you want to know?” asks Pepper back and of course nobody would make it easy for him.

“I would like to ask him to dance with me.” says Peter and Pepper beams at him.

“Then i would say, you should ask him yourself. Does it matter if he can dance?” asks she then and Peter tells her about Drax expression.

She only giggles and then stops them.

“Go after him.” she says and then goes over to James Rhodes. He takes her hand in his and nods at Peter.

Peter nods back and then turns around to find Tony. He can see that Bucky and Steve are talking to him.

“Tony hey.” says Peter and tugs at his tie. Was it that warm ten minutes ago?

“Hey.” answers Tony softly. Steve and Bucky are already laughing at them.

“Would you… uhm like to dance with me?” asks Peter and wow this just took his whole courage.

Tony looks down at that. He is blushing, too.

“I… uhm can’t dance.” whispers Tony sadly and Peter tries to remember how to breath.

Okay this doesn’t mean Tony is his Gamora 2.0

Bucky told him. They could make it work anyway.

“W-would you like to dance anyway?” asks Peter and Tony bites on his underlip.

God he is so beautiful.

“If you would… take the lead and show me. Yes.” whispers Tony and he smiles shyly at Peter.

Peter holds his hand out and Tony takes it without any hesitation.

They go over to the dance floor and Peter takes Tonys hand on his shoulder. The other hand goes into his. And Peters free hand goes to Tonys hip.

They start slowly and Tony stumbles a lot. Its kinda cute because he blushes so badly and giggles the whole time.

Peter can’t be mad at him, even if he steps on Peters toes more than a few times.

“I’m sorry.” says Tony and he looks up at Peter.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” says Peter and kisses Tonys forehead.

“I like that.” whispers Tony and presses closer to Peter. They dance slowly like that. Tony stands on Peter shoes this time, so he doesn’t have to dance on his own at all.

Peter can’t help himself. He kisses Tony right and there. And even better Tony kisses back.

Tony can’t dance at all. But it doesn’t matter.


Peter goes down to the lab. He wants to see Tony again. They are together for two weeks now and Peter was never happier.

“And then Jarvis! Then he bought me flowers. That was so sweet.” says Tony and Peter stops at the entrance. He chuckles when he hears Tony talking about their date last night.

But when he sees Tony he frowns.

Because Tony is dancing around in his workshop with a broom. It looks easy and light. Even perfect. Like he does this for years. Peter coughs.

Tony stops the dancing.

“Oh hey Peter. I uhm… practiced and…” stutters Tony and Peter frowns even harder.

“You can dance.” says Peter because Tony can dance.

“Yeah i’m sorry. I just … i didn’t want you to think that we only fit together because i can dance as well. Bucky told me about your… thing. And i love you so… i thought i would show you that i’m more than just … a dancer. ” Tony tries and he looks sad.

The broom falls down to the floor.

“You love me.” says Peter because wow. Tony nods sadly.

“I know. And i already messed it up. Two weeks that is even bad for me.” says Tony and sits down on his armchair. Peter goes over to him and kneels down.

“You didn’t mess up. Well i want you to promise that you never lie to me again, but i understand why you did it. That doesn’t make it okay but… i love you, too. Dancer or not.” says Peter and Tony smiles at him.

“Really?” he asks and Peter kisses his cheek.

“Really.” whispers Peter back.

“I will never lie to you again.” says Tony and holds Peter tightly. Peter grins.

“And i want you to show me your last move. That was incredible.” says Peter and Tony giggles.

“I can even do a split.” whispers Tony into his ear and oh.

“Well then lets start with that!”

Oswald x Reader- Anything you can do, I can do better (Rated M smut)

Kink Challenge- Clingy/Needy sex. This is a different take on this request, as I have already done this prompt once before I wanted to change it up a bit.

Oswald is now the King of Gotham, and even though you have been with him since the start of his career, you feel he has let his ego inflate too much. Tired of his games you show him two can play…

Warning- Sexual content, teasing, sexual tension, penetration, oral, so much smut, Domswald, belt lashing, competition, big ego Oswald

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Pairing: Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin

Genre: Unrequited Love, High School AU

Word Count: 1,150

Summary:  They should’ve been having fun, they should’ve been laughing over Jungkook’s first kiss or Jimin’s crazy date. They shouldn’t have been focused on Namjoon confessing to something he had kept hidden for so long.

Author’s Note: this is now a two-parter, you can read part 2 right here

The sounds of the bass hitting against the walls of the gymnasium served for a familiar mix as Namjoon walked through the school doors, waving at some classmates that ran the ticket booth at the door. He had originally agreed to attend the school formal with some friends, but when they were asked by some other classmates the plans changed. So, as Namjoon walked through the halls to the loud rumbling of the music, he let his hands fall into his pockets, smiling occasionally at familiar faces and avoiding eye contact with others that were, otherwise occupied with their dates.

‘Of course, it’s high school,’ Namjoon sighed, trying to stop his feet from dragging as he locked his eyes on the gym doors. ‘Of course, there would be people making out in the halls.’

The music in the gymnasium grew louder and louder, bodies merging in a way that seemed more messy than graceful as Namjoon spotted a panicked Jimin in the corner, desperately trying to claw away from a girl in his Home Ec class.

“Jimin! I’ve been looking for you, I need your help!”

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Only yours - Nash Grier Imagine (smut)


[Y/N - ‘your name’]


I’m getting dressed to go to a party with some of my friends and my boyfriend Nash Grier. The only reason we were even invited to Bethany’s house party, was due to Nash being the schools best quarter-back.

“Y/n are you finished yet? We have to go in like five minutes!” Rachel (A/n: I decided to name some people so it’s not too confusing) called from downstairs.

“I am ready I just need to make sure I look good tonight, I want Nash to think I look sexy, not cute and innocent like always!” I yelled back at her so she could hear.

“Jeez I’m not deaf, I’m outside your room right now, there’s no need to yell.”

“Whoops, sorry, and come in I need you to tell me if I look good or not.”

Rachel opened the door, only to stare at you in shock.

“What? Is the dress too much? Should I change into something not so risqué?” I was freaking out thinking all the bad possibilities. What if I don’t look good? What if it’s all too much?

“No, no, it’s just-” she took a second to look me up and down, noticing my tight mid-thigh red dress stuck to me like a second skin (and made my ass look good, if I do say so myself) and the long sleeves made it look better as it was a low-cut dress, my black pumps made me taller almost the same height as Nash himself, “-you look hot. God you clean up nice! You look hot in that dress and those heels, don’t get me started on the heels!” She clapped her hands like a child on Christmas.

“Why thank you, didn’t think someone seeming to be as innocent as me could look this good, right?” We giggled and looked in the mirror for a final check up.

I put my hair out and curled it into loose curls. I put the last touches of my makeup as I did a smokey eye, with a subtle eyeliner and put on some nude pink colouring lip balm to finish off the look.

*ding dong*

“Okay the boys are here, how do I look?” My best friend asked as a nervous expression took over her natural features.

“You look hot, trust me, Cameron’s going to be blown away!” She gave me a nervous smile as we descended down the stairs.

Once we reached the door we both looked over at each other. I gave her a reassuring thumbs up. She opened the door to reveal a handsome Nash Grier wearing a black long sleeved top with a silver long necklace handing loosely around his neck, black skinny jeans with cuts on the knees and black vans, his hair looking naturally perfect, way better than mine to be honest. And a bad-ass looking Cameron sporting a black denim-like vest, a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans with a cut in one knee and black vans also.

“Hello ladies, my you do look ravishing!” Cameron exclaimed with a bad British accent. Whilst Nash couldn’t get his eyes of me, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wandering my body, looking me up and down. Cameron, noticing Nash’s quietness, nudged his friend back into reality.

“Wha-uh y/n you look-”, his eyes checking me out intensely, “-beautiful as always.” I blushed at his stuttering and walked outside, closing the door behind me.

“Why thank you Hamilton, you do look very good if I do say so myself,” I whispered into his ear as we made our way to Cameron’s car.

“The dress may look hot, but it’ll look stunning laying on the floor,” I whacked his arm causing him to chuckle. I blushed a deep crimson and hid my face behind my hair.

Once we made it to the party, all we could see were sweaty bodies grinding everywhere. Cameron and Rachel took off to get drinks leaving Nash and I in the middle of the dance floor, thankfully there was no awkward bodies rubbing against us.

I turned around and found Johnson making out with his girlfriend and Gilinsky taking shots. Rachel and Cameron were grinding on the far side of the house and Shawn leading his girlfriend upstairs with a devilish grin. Jacob and Bea were taking body shots and Aaron, Taylor and Matthew were in the pool outside. The others engaging themselves into any other activities they could find.

“So y/n, what’d you say we take a couple of shots and then make our way over to the dance floor huh?” I nodded letting Nash lead me over to where Gilinsky was filling up three shot glasses with what I presume to be, Vodka.

“Oi, Jack! Two shots here!” Nash yelled over the loud boom of the bass. Jack simply nodded and filled up two shot glasses and placed then right in front of us.

“There you go, don’t drink to much I may have put a little something in there for you two, aka my not-so-special mix of sprite, tequila and vodka!” Jack winked at me making me blush and Nash to clench his fists.

“Okay, come on Nash, on the count of three. One, two-” I looked over at Nash to see he was looking straight back at me, “-three,” we downed the shots, but I won due to me being able to unhinge by jaw like a snake (A/N if you get that reference I love you).

“Do you need a sippy cup Nashly?” I joked as he started dribbling the vodka due to him laughing too hard.

“Hilarious!” He shouted causing me to laugh. Nash just stared at me, smiling and grabbed my hand, leading me to the dance floor.

I started to dance to the beat of the music. But then it just turned to me grinding on Nash, whilst he held my hips.

“Oh god, y/n what you do to me,” Nash whispered in my ear as a low groan escaped him.

“I have no idea what your talking about,” I whispered back innocently. We were dancing for about five minutes, until Nash had to use the bathroom. I didn’t mind because I found Rachel and Cameron and started dancing with them. I was swaying my hips freely until I felt two hands touch my waist, but I knew for a fact they weren’t Nash’s.

I quickly spun around to be face to face with a drunk Gilinsky.

“Okay now Jack, why don’t you go sit over there and make out with Sadie instead?” I asked calmly. I didn’t want Nash to see, he seems to get really jealous and protective around me.

“No! I want to dance with you, cause you look hot!” He slurred his words making me laugh as he almost fell over saying the word hot.

“Oh come on now Jack, you don’t want to dance with me, look Sadie is telling you to come over to her!” I pointed at her, standing only a few feet away making eye-contact with Jack smiling widely.

“O-kay! Bye bye y/n!” He waved at me like a little kid and I couldn’t help myself giggle at the cuteness of it.

I turned around only to bump into a hard chest. I looked up, only to be face to face with Nash. He was red faced and had his hands balled up into fists by his side. His beautiful blue eyes, almost black in colour, staring intensely down at me.

“What were you doing with Jack? Did he touch you? Huh?” I smirked, jealous Nash is my favourite.

“We just danced that’s all,” I whispered into his ear so he could hear me better.

Nash roughly grabbed my hand and lead me to a vacant room upstairs.

I closed the door and had my back facing Nash.

“No one else gets to touch you like I do, you got that?” I nodded my head closing my eyes at his close proximity of my back. His warm breath fanning over my neck, causing goosebumps to rise.

Nash abruptly turning me around and slammed me against the wall, causing me to let out a loud gasp. His lips were on mine in a instant. My hands found there way into his hair, pulling at the brown roots, earning a moan from him. His large hand lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him, his hands making there way to my ass, squeezing it. His tongue traced my bottom lips, asking me for entrance, I denied only for him to grab my ass harder causing me to gasp, letting his tongue in. His tongue exploring my mouth and meeting mine.

His mouth made its way to my jaw and neck sucking harshly at the skin, obviously leaving a rather large hickey.

He pulled me closer to him and found his way to the bed, tossing me carelessly on to it. His whole body hovered over me, he took off his top, throwing it away, showcasing his toned abs. My hands felt all the way up then ‘til they reached his head, yanking his head to reconnect his lips to mine. His mouth went back to my neck. He began leaving hungry trails of love bites from the top of my neck to my collarbones. He tugged at the bottom of my dress.

“This has to go,” he said in-between kisses. I lifted my self off the bed slightly giving him the chance to pull the dress over my head and throw across the room.

“Told you you’ll look better without it,” I smirked as his eyes widened at my matching white lace underwear. He looked back into my eyes and I saw the were a deep shade of blue. His hand made its way to my back and unhooked my bra, tossing the material on top of the dress.

His mouth began greedily sucking on my left breast and his right hand roughly massaging the other. My head shot back and my hands pulling more at the long hair. His mouth wandered from my cleavage to my stomach, leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses. He reached the hem of my panties and looked back up at me, his eyes connecting with my own lust-filled ones. He took the white lace off, with his mouth. I moaned loudly at the erotic sight. Nash slowly licked a line from my entrance, right to my clit, flicking his tongue slightly, making me squirm underneath his teasing.

“Nash,” I moaned dragging out his name, “please.”

No more words were ushered as his mouth made its way onto my heat sucking and nibbling harshly. His tongue flicked my clit repeatedly causing my hips to buck up. A strong arm was placed on my hips to keep me still. I looked down only to see his blue eyes peaking up from behind my heat. I almost came at the sight. Suddenly his tongue made its way into my entrance, as his fingers began rubbing me. His tongue was darting in and out, his fingers rubbing faster. I moaned loudly. My orgasm approaching.

“N-Nash, I’m gonna c-cum!” I screamed the pleasure was overwhelming.

His tongue and fingers left me. My head shot up at him.

“Why’d you stop!?” I glared at him, he just chuckled.

“I was just warming you up, baby girl,” he ripped open a condom and put it on.

“Warming up for wha-” I was cut of as his dick slammed into me making me scream in pain and pleasure. No matter how many times we’d have sex, I’d never get used to his size. His head thrown back. A thin layer of sweat already forming.

“You’re so tight, baby girl! Who makes you feel this way? Huh? Say it, who?”

“Y-you do Nash!” I moaned the pleasure overwhelming.

“I want you to scream it baby girl. Whose cock makes you feel this good? Whose dick pumping in and out of you makes you moan loudly? Huh? Who’s tongue can make you cum in seconds? Who can give you the best orgasm of your life? Scream it baby girl!”

“NASH!” I screamed as my orgasm took over me and I came on his dick.

“F-fuck y/n!” He moaned my name as he came. We rode out each other’s climaxes.

Nash took off the condom throwing it away in the bin and collapsing next to me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him causing us to be spooning position. I giggled as he started kissing my neck softly, making me squirm in his arms.

“You’re mine, and only mine,” he breathed into my ear.

“Only yours.”

A/N: well that was a roller coaster, I thought I’d give you guys a small taste of my smut writing skills. If you want to see more smuts, just send request for them

anonymous asked:

can i get uuuuuuhhhh nitty gritting murdoc and s/o smut like any nitty gritty smut


(Ps, the link is the idea I had for where this starts)


You couldn’t help but keep an eye on the bassist, as he had been irritable for a good portion of the day following the performance. You were slightly concerned for him because in any other circumstance out clubbing, he would be the life of the party (right after Noodle.

Leaning up against the bar counter, you signaled the bar tender to get her attention. She approached you after she quickly finished up with some other patron. “What can I get for you?” She questioned.

“Can I just get bottle of whiskey and five four glasses?” You ordered, getting a nod from her. You waited while she got you the drink and glasses, glancing over to the booth you and three of the others shared - Russel spending some personal time with an old friend. After a minute, the bartender came back. “thank you so much!” You smiled, taking the contents to bring them back over to the group.

You heard the glasses clink together when you placed them on the table. You scooted in to sit next to Murdoc and 2D, opening the bottle and pour some of it onto the glasses. All four of you rose your drinks up for Noodle to shout out “Here’s to the start of a new beginning!” you took a swig of your drink, practically finishing the first cup in one go. She ended up adding something unknown to you in Japanese before standing up, taking 2D by the hand, and dragging him over to the dance floor to bust out some crazy moves of hers.

You were a bit concerned when Murdoc was still coming off as a bit irritated by an unknown cause. You put your glass down and then your hand on his leg to rub his though. He glanced up at you, bitting his lower lip rather hard. “What is it, love?” he wondered as if he wasn’t annoyed at all.

“You look like you don’t want to be here,” you confessed. “what’s wrong?” you added. His eyes moved to look at his boots. You scooted closer to him and wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulder, making him jerk up in surprising, but he still took in your gesture. “you know you can tell me, babe.”

“Don’t get me wrong, our performances are always great, but I just wasn’t feeling it tonight,” he admitted. “I just don’t think it’s really worth celebrating because it wasn’t as spectacular as I hoped it could have been,” you could see the disappointed evident in his facial expression.

“What are you taking about? It was the best one in ages!” You expressed. “we did great out there. You did great out there!” Like always, the band didn’t let down the fans. Perhaps he put his expectations too high, not that there wasn’t anything spectacular to expect from the band.

“It’s just-”

“It’s just nothing!” You cut him off when you took his face to move it for a better angle to engage in a heated, passionate kiss with him. You felt him instantly sink into it just as you expected, feeling his hands get placed onto your shoulder and waist. He pushed back a little bit so he could take lead of the make out session, using a bit more tongue than usual in a simple kissing scene.

“You really do know how to make me feel better, darling,” he smirked at you in between kisses before pulling in for another one. “I’m glad about that,” he added. You guys kept going at it until a illuminated light bulb went off in your mind.

“I can do better things in private, if you know what I mean,” you told him as you pulled away, your hands remaining on his cheeks.

“I know too well,” he told you as you two stood up. You took him by the wrist and weaved through the ground of people to make it outside of the club. You gave him one small kiss before dragging him back down the street to the hotel. It didn’t take much time for you to reach your shared hotel room, slamming the door shut behind your and chucking the key card into the bathroom without care. “ready for some magic?”

“You know I am,” you claimed, pushing him closer and closer to the wall. He turned you around so that he pinned you to the surface. His hands were first placed on your hip as he leaned in to kiss you. You had his cheeks cupped in your palms as they wiggles up to his surprisingly soft raven hair to get caught in its tangles. “give me your best.”

“As always,” he whispered into your ear before his mouth worked its way down to your neck to suck on it, smothering the skin with kisses and what would soon bruise into hickies. You moaner at the sweet sensation of his tongue rubbing against your flesh as his hands traced the sides of your figure, being brought under your shirt. You lifted your arms up so that it was easier for him to pull your shifter over your head.

The clothing fell to the ground while you continued, taking the opportunity to allow your index fingers to be laced in with the belt loops of his pants. “You know I really love you?” You inquired, teasing him at his belt.

One of his hands covered yours, for him to say back “I love you too,” he lifted his hand to let you undo his belt buckle and pull it out from the loop, and the button and zipper while you were at it. He lifted up his own shirt when you finished undoing his pants. He pulled them off himself, taking care of your bottoms while he was down there. He stood back up to look over your breathtaking body, smirking at the sight. “you ready, love?”

“Of course!” You expressed, attempting to hop into Murdoc’s arms, getting some assistance from him. He carried you over to the bed and let you plot down into the soft sheets. You scooted back to give him room to crawl onto you. Your fingers interlocked with his while your other hand gripped down onto the blacket. He stared down at you with his dark eyes into your own (E/C) colored ones. He placed his free hand onto your cheek and began kissing you like never before, your tongues battling our for dominance. Of course, his was the one to claim victory.

He smirked when you bit down into his lip, just how he liked it. His fingers escaped yours and the hand filled his other one down to your back to unclip your laced bra, pulling it off of you. He did the same with your panties. His hands rested on your breasts and began to massage them, as he attempted to leave hickies down your neck and around your collar bone.

Soon after, he removed his hands to work his tongue down to your breasts, hands going to your hips and butt. The long tongue teased at your nipples until he began to suck away at the skin in breasts the luscious lumps on your chest. It felt like heaven as you were pleasured, and you couldn’t complain. “I want it now,” you whispered to him as you couldn’t wait any longer.

He pulled up. “What was that?”

“I said that I want it.”

“You’ll need to repeat that, love, but just a little louder,” he smirked down at you.

“I want it Murdoc, I need it now!” You screamed it this time, playing along with his antics, it wasn’t the first time. There were multiple times in the past where he made you yell at him, and it never failed to turn the man in. “just give it to me.”

“As you wish,” he responded, and reached down to take off his final article of clothing off, leaving his bits wide open for you to observe, taking in the show as a good thing. He came back down onto you, getting a feel where your vaginal opening was with his finger. When you arched your back at the sudden sensation of his finger on your labia, he knew that he hit the spot.

You spread your legs a bit more so that he could place himself more efficient, slowly but surely insert himself into your opening. You could feel yourself gripping harder and harder onto the sheets as he finished moving inside you. His hands were rested on your thighs as he began to go at it, thrusting at a steady pace to start, slowly going faster as time went on.

He leaned closer to you so that he could kiss you again after slowing his movement again. Your legs wrapped around the back of his, and your hands went to his side to dig your nails into his flesh. The slow paced thrusting was soothing to you, unlike the rough stuff you would used to. His hands were glued to your face as he kissed you just as evenly paced as his thrusting. You dug your feet back into his lips while you let out a soft moan of pleasure.

Needing more, you grabbed on tightly to his face and kissed him stronger than before, igniting the spark even father. The room filled with the moans of satisfaction from both you and him, signifying that both were granted the deserved pleasure.

When you and he got tried from the work, he slowly pulled his dick out of you to shift his pelvis. He sat up with you and let you sit on his lap, his arms wrapped around your lower back and yours slug over his shoulders for your hands to interlock. You kissed his neck on one side while one of your hands held the crook of his neck in the opposite side. “I don’t know what I’d do without you Murdoc,” you claimed.

“You would be fine, just not as great as you are with me,” he responded with a chuckle. You couldn’t argue with his claims, because they were true. You loved the man with all your hear and would be left devastate if you lost him. But thankfully, you had nothing to worry about because your boyfriend wouldn’t be leaving any time soon, if at all.

“I’m just glad that I have you,” you bit into his skin for a hickie. “you have no idea how much I love you. You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine,” he returned the compliment. You felt his hold on you weaken, giving you the opportunity to escape and plot down into your back, head hitting the pillow what was as soft as a cloud. You pulled him down with you so he was lying right beside you. Both of you made an effort to get the comforter over you so that it held you together like a burrito.

Murdoc hugged you close to him, one arm around your waist and a free hand holding yours. His thumb rubbed against the top of you hand. You smuggled your head into his chest, listening to his slightly steady heart beat. You guys laid in silence, taking in the peaceful moment to relax. With his soothing touch, you were eventually able to fall asleep in his hands.