the lusty look on their eyes

peer tutor || montgomery de la cruz

request: Pretty please with a cherry on top can you write something with Montgomery where the reader is a shy/sweet/innocent/nerd !!!! Love you sooo much 💕
pairing: (y/n) x montgomery
word count: 1 173
notes: okay this is v rushed and v not good and i feel terrible and my content is not quality okay cool
listen to: til’ kingdom come - coldplay

Originally posted by despairingfever

“(Y/N), can I please speak to you and Montgomery in the classroom?”

You, the sweet, introverted, band geek, were just finishing packing up everything from your locker for the long weekend, until you were interrupted by your teacher, who was busy talking to Montgomery De La Cruz, the cocky, extroverted, asshole jock.

Quickly bidding Alex Standall, your closest friend, goodbye, you picked up your bass and backpack, and made your way into the classroom with the teacher and Montgomery, who might I add, was staring holes into your back the entire time.

“Look, Montgomery. I’m going to make it very clear that you are on the rim of failing my class. You’re passing, currently, with a 53%. I’m also going to make it very clear that the likelihoods of you getting into any college with a mark below a 60% in English is very, very slim.”

You had a slight idea of where this conversation was going, and as much as you found Montgomery physically attractive, he had a personality that definitely did not match his looks.

“(Y/N), you may know where I’m heading with this topic, but I want you to tutor Montgomery in English, until he gets his marks up to at least a 70%. I’ve already talked to him briefly about having a peer tutor, and he specifically asked for you. Now, what’s in it for you, is that this could potentially be used as extra-credit. As well as volunteer hours which look stunning on university applications, especially UCDavis.”

Your eyes widened, stunned at the idea that Montgomery wanted you as his peer tutor.

What am I to him? Why would he want me as his peer tutor?

Sure, you could sometimes feel his eyes on you in class or in the cafeteria, but you only thought of it as him looking at you because your the shy, quiet girl who doesn’t talk at all to anyone except Alex Standall; who’s practically Montgomery’s worst enemy.

You looked over at him, and saw his hazel eyes boring straight into your (e/c) eyes with a smile gracing his face.

Not his usually cocky,
or lusty,
or arrogant smile.

But a genuine smile that seemed to convey so much more than what it held.

And it was at that moment you broke. “Yes, Ms. Clark, I would be more than willing to help Mr. De La Cruz with English.”

Montgomery seemed to release a breath that he was keeping in for the past minutes and the teacher clapped her hands happily. “Perfect, okay! You’ll start today, I’ve reserved a table for the two of you in the library, happy studying!” She ushered you out of the class and shut the door on you before you could object.

Her quick change in behaviour slightly startled you, but you took nothing important of it.

You shuffled from on your feet awkwardly, not knowing how to approach the situation of talking to an attractive boy that seemed to show some interest in you. “Should we… go to the library?”

Montgomery smiled at your awkwardness and let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, we should.” And with that the two of you began your silent trek to the place of quiet and learning.

You were quite comfortable with silence, Montgomery, however, was not.

“So, you play the bass? I used to play, when I was smaller.” You immediately piped up at his incorrect grammar and fixed him.

“Younger, actually. You used to play when you were younger, not smaller…” Trailing off, you realized what you had said and thought that you had ruined your chances of being able to befriend him.

“Right, right, see? I’m glad I have you now as a tutor. To fix all my mistakes.”

The two of you exchanged a smile and walked in silence to the library.

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The Arrangement (Part 4)

Summary: You spend the night at Dean’s place

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: language, leering, smutty thoughts/implications/suggestions (PG13)

A/N: The next part is here EARLY because holidays suck and I have work to procrastinate, which makes me super productive with writing! Hope you guys like this part (side note: this GIF destroys me) (please check the tags, guys, a bunch aren’t working)

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Tell You Later

Warnings: lots of nsfw, cursing, will give u tom feels

Summary: you and thomas have been best friends with benefits for almost a year now, however he want’s it to be more and can’t find the moment to tell you that.  My first smut so bear 🐻 with me.  ft. slightly sub!tom

concept by Lili (@osterfieldz) story by Zara (@tomsleftbrow)

word count:  2358

key: the first part is toms perspective, flashback,  __________ denotes perspective change

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Mirrored Beauty- Johnny Seo smut

A/n- Admin Peachjin on @coffee-and-kpop recently wrote a johnny smut in response to a confession that I really strongly identified with. here it is  I was feeling inspired by it and this is the result. I hope you enjoy :)

You had a problem. Managing to look at your body without some level of discomfort was a miracle, and actually being able to touch it without feeling disgusting had never happened. The feeling of cellulite underneath your finger tips when shaving your thighs or the texture of stretch marks gliding against your hands when you rubbed your stomach was at most times enough to make you gag.

So, yes. You had a problem. A problem that you were trying to get over, a problem that you were trying to acclimate yourself to, because it was ridiculous.

Your body isn’t disgusting. It’s a body.

And sometimes, if you focused hard enough and ignored enough, you believed that. But then you would catch sight of yourself in a mirror after you showered and all that progress would be lost. Sometimes you could ignore it and just get dressed, just get everything covered so it didn’t have to be seen, but other times you would stand almost transfixed in front of the mirror. Staring long enough for your eyes to burn and for you to get confused as to what you were even looking at.

That’s what you were doing right now. Staring angrily at yourself for the things that you couldn’t really control, couldn’t change. Your bath robe was hanging open, long forgotten in favor of smoothing your hands over the expanse of your body, the extra chubby stuff you had that other girls didn’t. You were so focused on comparing yourself to other women and what your ideal body shape would look like, you missed the knocking on the bedroom door. You also missed the sound of it being pushed open and the low hum of satisfaction when the culprit came into the room.

“Are you staring again?” The voice- a soft, low hum in your ear- causing you to jump a little and your face to redden at the embarrassment of being caught by your boyfriend- Johnny- like this. He strode up behind you, staring down your body in the mirror eyes seemingly lingering on a few places. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, gently trying to coax an answer from you. You shook your head and smiled, lying because it seemed safer and more comfortable than having this conversation again, this time with your body on full display in front of both of you due to the mirror. He tsked in your ear and pulled his fingers through your dripping hair, neglected after your shower due to you staring at your imperfections.

“I think you’re lying.” Johnny’s voice had a breezy laugh floating through it, showing that there was no reason to be scared of him seeing you like this. You slowly wrapped the robe around yourself, blocking your body from view. He wound his arms tightly around your waist and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your body wash and shampoo, each paired with the natural scent of your skin. It was almost comical, his towering frame attempting to fold into yours, him having to stoop down in order for his head to even reach your neck. He pulled away and smiled, resting his chin on top of your head and dragging his arms up until they were draped around your shoulders. You wrapped your hands around his forearms, enjoying the feeling of safety and warmth that they provided you.

“I’m not lying. I just zoned out.” He laughed and rolled his eyes, but pretended to believe your lie anyway.

“Well that’s good. I don’t know what I would do,” he moved your hair away from your ear and pressed an open mouth kiss against it, “if you were in here making yourself feel bad.” He breathed the last part, his lips caressing your earlobe with each word spoken. He caught your gaze in the mirror, the look of lusty admiration shining in his eyes. He tilted your head to the side and kissed along your neck, pausing only to nip at the skin and to suck a light red patch into the skin. He pulled away from your skin after pressing a final kiss against your neck.

“Now tell me the truth.” You whimpered, not wanting to draw attention to your imperfections, fearing that he would be disgusted with them. He pressed a comforting kiss to your temple, trying to show how much he wanted to be there for you. You let out a shaky sigh and tried to swallow your anxiety.

“I don’t like the way my body looks. It’s the same problem I’m always going to have. There isn’t anything that can be done to fix it.” Johnny frowned and pulled away from your back, the warmth of his body leaving you suddenly. He gently turned you towards him by your shoulders and tugged your arms down, making your robe fall open and pushing it off your shoulders. Johnny trailed his fingertips down your arms before tangling his fingers with yours and leaning down to peck a kiss on your nose.

“Show me what you don’t like. Tell me why.” He turned you back around so you were facing the mirror again. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, looking into your eyes with concern pooling into his own. You lifted your hand and let it glide down your body until it was touching your thigh, letting your fingers drift around the patches of cellulite and pressing them into the skin, showing him how squishy they were.

“I don’t like my thighs. They have dimples of cellulite all over them. They’re flabby and gross and I wish they were smaller.” He hummed in acknowledgement and caressed at your thighs, feeling your cellulite and giving them a few gentle squeezes before ghosting his fingers right next to your bikini line and running them in the seam of your thighs. You felt your stomach clench, little pinpricks of arousal floating through your pussy and stomach. You let your breathing become a little erratic, his hands on your skin feeling many times more electrifying due to you being able to see what it looked like when he touched you.

“I don’t know… I think they look sexy. They feel pretty damn good in my hands too.” He chuckled into your ear, letting his fingers do one more quick pass by your center before resting his hands on your hips.

“What else do you not like?” He squeezed your hips gently, the sight of his fingers sinking into your skin making your stomach clench in uneasiness. He kissed at your neck again, trying to get you to answer. You swallowed thickly.

“M-my stomach. I hate the stretch marks. I’m squishy everywhere and I hate it. I hate my body.” He hummed in acknowledgement once again, before nipping at your neck in warning. He hated you using the word hate towards yourself, and he was warning you to not say it again. He touched your stomach next, gently squeezing at it and rubbing the marks. He touched your lower stomach, lightly gliding his fingers over the top of your folds, causing you to jolt in slight shock.

“But your body feels so good, baby. You have no idea how good it feels to grip onto your hips while I’m fucking into you from behind, or how good it feels to lay on top of you once your pretty little pussy makes me cum so hard.” You whimpered at his raunchy compliments and he groaned in response, dropping his forehead against your shoulder before letting a couple of fingers drag through your wet heat, bringing his fingers up for you to both see.

“You’re so receptive to my touch and my words, look at how wet you are for me. Do you feel how hard I am for you?” Johnny ground his hips into your butt, a low hum showing the pleasure he was feeling. His hardness was surprising to you, he had only touched you, not even himself, and he was rock hard in his jeans.

“How can you be that hard from just touching me? How are you feeling aroused from my body?” You asked, shock evident in your voice, causing him to laugh a little breathlessly before sucking marks onto my shoulders.

“You’re so responsive to me.” He lightly rubbed your clit in little circles, causing a moan to tumble past your lips. Embarrassment shot through you at your reaction to his ministrations, he was hardly even touching you and you were already this wet and needy for him.

“This body is all mine. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, gets to feel you like this. Thats what makes me aroused. A sexy, beautiful woman wanting me to make her feel good and me being able to do it. Can I show you what you look like when I make you feel good?” You nodded before letting your eyes slide closed and whimpered when he pressed harder onto your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

“Fuck don’t stop. Please.” You leaned against his chest and the arm not rubbing at your clit came to wrap around your middle holding you up. Your hips started to grind back against his fingers, making you that much closer to your end, before his fingers started to slow down, making you whine.

“Open your eyes, baby. I’ll stop if you don’t. Don’t you want to cum all over my fingers and watch while you fall apart?” An embarrassingly loud moan rang out of your mouth once you opened your eyes and greeted the sight in the mirror. Rosy cheeks, lips parted due to your panting, glossy eyes from the pleasure only he could make you feel. His arms were flexed around you, one caging you to him and the other about to make you cum very quickly.

“Johnny! I can’t. I can’t. Embarrassing.” You panted out, causing him to laugh smugly. He pushed his first two fingers into your sopping wet opening and ground the palm of his hand into your clit.

“Oh sweetheart, this isn’t going to be embarrassing. You’re going to see how beautiful you look when you cum. Now watch your face.” The hand wrapped around your torso came up and wrapped firmly around your neck, effectively holding your head so all you could do was watch. Your walls started fluttering around his fingers, your eyes desperately wanting to roll back in pleasure, but you ignored the urge and did what you were told.

“Come on baby. You’re close, I can feel it. Let it go for me, yeah? Let it go so you can see it happen. Cum all over my fingers.” You keened and started grinding desperately against his hand, trying to reach the high you so desperately craved.

“Yes oh god yes! Please please!” Your voice was insanely high, causing you to cover your mouth, trying to contain it.

“Let me hear you. Move your hand or I’ll move mine.” He taunted, causing your hand to immediately fall from your face. You let your eyes flicker over your body, the fucked out look in your eyes making your walls clench tighter on his fingers. The sight of the stomach and thighs that you had hated just moments ago, jiggling from the powerful thrusts of his fingers made you impossibly wetter. And then his fingers curved up and pushed into your g-spot repeatedly and his palm ground harder against your folds, causing your jaw to slacken against the pleasure.

“Gonna…” Your body spasmed against the onslaught of pleasure, Johnny groaned as your body curled in on itself to get away from the stimulation, and being able to watch it all happen managed to make this the most intense orgasm you had ever had. You sank to the floor in front of the mirror and Johnny trailed shortly after, still rubbing at your clit. Your eyes stayed focused on your face, the blissed out look in your eyes sometimes contorting to pain due to the intense after shocks that he was putting you through.

“You came so hard sweetheart. You liked that didn’t you?” He laughed while pressing a kiss against the side of your head, his arms wound tight around you and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so gorgeous. Your body is so sexy and jaw-slackingly beautiful. I thought I was going to cum in my pants just by watching you get off to yourself.” Remembering that he hadn’t came yet made you try and worm your hand into his pants to return the favor but he caught your wrist before you could even start.

“Let’s go shower again.’

Sunday Funday (Finn Balor x Reader fluffy smut)

Alrighty, people! This is my first ever fanfic that I’m posting here! Hooray! Extra thanks and love to my girls @imagines–assemble and @alexispoo for helping me with this. Check them out!

Summary/idea - Maybe I could make a lazy sunday like fic with finn and reader but it eventually leads to sweet smut. A Sunday that he’s home and it’s all chill and stuff? Maybe like he makes you breakfast in bed just bc. And you repay him. In sex lmao idk

Originally posted by finnfuckingbalor

Finn yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as a ray of sun peeked through the blinds. He grumbled, sitting up only to glance to his right with a smile. There you were, fast asleep beside him in one of his old New Japan shirts. You lightly snored, your arm loosely draped around his hips and Finn couldn’t help his endearing smile as you curled closer to him in your sleep.

“Good mornin’, love…” Finn whispered, sweetly kissing your forehead while you slept. He admired your peaceful features, stroking your cheek with his thumb and you remained none the wiser.

Not wanting to disturb your slumber, Finn gingerly removed your arm and stealthily slinked out of bed. As much as he wanted to stay in bed all day, someone had to make breakfast and besides…What better surprise than breakfast in bed?

Clad in a loose vest and his boxers, Finn quietly left the room. He eased down the hallway to your kitchen to get some pancakes going. He washed his hands and dried them off before opening the fridge to get the batter. He took out a skillet from the cupboard and set out two plates on the island of the kitchen.

“Hmm… Why isn’t Y/n up yet?”, Finn wondered, turning on the stove and putting the skillet over the burner. The clock ticked away above his head from its place on the wall. 9:17 AM.

“Y/n?” he called, before grabbing the nearby spatula. “Y/n, time to get up, love!” Finn grinned as he heard you somehow manage to knock something over. “Guess breakfast will have to wait.” he mumbled as he turned the stove off and put the batter back in the fridge.

“I know she’s a heavy sleeper but this woman could sleep through the apocalypse…” Finn chuckled as he left the kitchen and walked back to your shared room.

You were still in bed but you’d turned in your sleep, shuffling over to Finn’s side of the mattress. It seemed that, while you moved around, you’d knocked the unsuspecting alarm clock off the bedside table.

Finn smiled fondly as you hugged his pillow. You’d managed to kick off the sheets in your tossing and Finn couldn’t help but notice how sexy you looked all rumpled and sleepy on his side of the bed. The “Prince is Dead” shirt you sported, from Finn’s days as Prince Devitt, had ridden up on you and Finn licked his lips. He drank you in, glancing from your exposed thighs and skimpy pajama shorts up to your hips, which peeked from where his shirt had ridden up, before moving to your peaceful features. Finn hummed, toeing off his slippers before crawling in behind you.

“Time to get up, baby…” he mumbled, kissing your neck as his hands trailed up your bare thighs. You made an incoherent sound as Finn’s warm fingers slipped under the shirt and splayed on your stomach. He chuckled when you squirmed and he nibbled on your pulse point, making all attempts to rouse you. You were still fast asleep, however, Finn’s actions were affecting your dream as you moaned when he began to rub your shoulders.

You were having a pretty uneventful dream, to your surprise, but enjoying said dream wasn’t in the cards as something kept trying to pull you from your sleep. You mumbled lowly, curling up to try and shy away from that incessant nudging.

“Mmn, Finnyyy…Don’t wanna wake up…” you slurred tiredly, trying to ignore Finn’s sweet words and soft kisses as his fingers worked their magic along your skin.

For all intents and purposes…you were fighting a losing battle.

‘Fuck, she’s so sexy…’ he kept thinking as his hands drifted towards the place where both of you wanted them to be. The kisses down your lower back and spine seemed to go on forever as his lips dragged down your body and towards the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your endless moans seemed to fuel him to keep going and, seeing as you were in a state of half-consciousness during this, you thought this was probably your most realistic wet dream ever. You didn’t really mind, though.

“Mmmn…Finn…Keep going, please…”, you whined as his hands came into contact with your wet folds, finally. As your hips started grinding into his hand, he chuckled.

“Awww, my darlin’s so wet for me now, isn’t she? Don’t worry…I’ll give you exactly what you need…”

He slid his hand out of your shorts and maneuvered you onto your back. The frustrated groan that came from your mouth was the only thing Finn needed to continue and soon, you felt a warm tongue glide between your legs with a beard scratching your thighs. You moaned, stirring enough to grasp at the hairs on his head which urged him to keep going. To Finn’s credit, you were barely coherent so most of your responses were out of you thinking this was all a dream.

Not that he was complaining.

Finn groaned at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, knowing that this was one of his few weaknesses. After a few seconds of administering his delicious torture on you, he used his left index and middle fingers to spread your folds open before he slid his right index finger inside of you, and then added his middle digit.

You jerked awake, opening your eyes to be welcomed with a glorious sight; your lover on his stomach, eyes fully trained on you and fingers working to only pleasure you. The pace he set was just right, and you could feel that coil in your body becoming tighter and tighter as he continued.

“God, Finn…You’re so good at this…”, you whined as you gave a rougher pull on his hair with an even firmer grip to keep him right where he was. His thick fingers skimmed over that one spot inside of you that made your back arch and had you releasing an erotic moan. “Please, Finny…Please make me cum. I really want to…” You were so close to reaching that ultimate bliss, to riding that wave of immense pleasure. You just needed one last push… 

Now, Finn wanted to really drag this out. He wanted to savour this lazy morning with you so, all of a sudden, the blissful sensations that his hands and mouth were causing ceased.

‘What the…What happened?’

You pried open your eyes to see a smug-looking Finn, licking the remnants of your essence off of his fingers and his lips.

“Finn!” you frowned. You were so close and he just…stopped. “You tease…I was almost…” you pouted at your Irishman, not taking his chuckles lightly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “I admit it was a great way to wake up and all, Finn, but don’t just leave me hanging…”  

“Sorry, love but I’ve gotta finish makin’ breakfast for us. Those pancakes don’t just make themselves, y’know…”, Finn smirked, looking you right in the eyes as you squirmed around in your rumpled sheets. He climbed off of the bed ever so slowly and made his way towards the door.

‘That smug looking bastard! How could he?’

Your brows narrowed as you bunched your sheets in your hands ‘Okay. Two can play at this game!’ you thought. “Finn, you better get your ass back here and finish what you started or else I’ll finish off myself and make you watch!” Now you sported a smirk of your own, rather pleased with your ultimatum of sorts as Finn stared with an unreadable expression. He licked his lips, letting his gaze roam over your mostly covered form and you shivered under the intensity of his stare. He slowly walked back to the bed and stood at the foot of it.

“Well…I gotta say that does sound tempting, Y/n…” he trailed his finger along your exposed calf. “Sounds like a hell of a show.”

You flushed, realizing your bluff had backfired tremendously. ‘Well, shit. What’s he going to do now?’ Your body shivered at the thought of all the sinfully sweet things he could do to you throughout the entirety of the day.

He looked at you and drank in your appearance. Even though you had tousled hair, lust-blown eyes and were panting slightly, Finn loved you all the same. His movements in your direction contained his love for you, and the way he looked into your eyes as he straddled your legs had your mouth going dry. His hands moved up your body and cupped your jaw as he drew his lips to yours.

“Love, you’re gonna be the death of me one day, lookin’ all sexy an’ innocent like that. Makes me wonder how you got stuck with me in the first place…”, he says against your bottom lip as he lays you both down on the bed. He leans up onto his knees and starts to slip off his own pajama pants.

“Stop being such a sweety, Finnabon…You’re making me blush…” your voice was muffled from covering your already red face from his lusty and loving eyes. ‘He really loves me that much, doesn’t he?’ His next actions proved you right. So very right.

He grasped your slightly trembling hands and took them away from your still blushing face. You opened your eyes and looked down to see Finn’s already hard cock standing tall against his stomach. The tip was already a violent shade of red and oozing pre-cum down the shaft.

“I want you to know how much you mean to me, darlin’. I want to be the only one to bring you over that edge you so desperately crave.”, he growled in your ear, rubbing his dick in between your folds and against your clit. “You wanna cum right now, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good and make you cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, Finn, make love to me. I’m ready. Please, I need it.”

“Alright, darlin’. Anythin’ for you.”, Finn said as he slowly slid the head of his cock between your wet folds. You both moaned at the feeling; you at the feeling of his thickness, and him at the feeling of your tightness. He slid out of you until just his tip remained, and then slammed back up to the hilt. The pace that he set was slow, but you were urging him to go faster.

“Finn, baby, go faster. Please.”, you pleaded while yanking on his hair once again. He groaned yet again when this happened, but maintained his slow thrusting.

“Not yet, love,”, he spoke lustfully in your ear as he leaned down. “I’m gonna savour this, this morning and so are you.”

You whimpered when your lover said this, but let him continue his torturous acts. Finn lifted your legs onto his shoulders and kept on bottoming out inside of you. Your moans and scratches along his torso gave him permission to keep going. All the while, he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears.

“You feel that, darlin’? This is one of the reasons why I love you. You’re always so ready for me. We fit so perfectly together, it makes me realize how much I need you everyday. In my life, in our bed, I don’t care. I just crave you.”

You blushed yet again as you tried to turn your head away from Finn’s loving words and burning gaze. You could feel the coil in your lower abdomen tighten more and more. You wanted to hold off your orgasm until the right time, but that wasn’t helping. He saw what you were doing and immediately dropped a hand to start rubbing your sensitive clit.

“Oh no, Y/n. I’m not gonna have any of that today. We’re gonna cum, and we’re gonna do it together. I want to feel you. I need to. So please, do me a favor darlin, and look at me’. Cum with me…Do it now.”

You slowly removed your still red face from the pillows and looked your lover in the eye one final time. You saw love and adoration in his blown-out blue irises, and that was all you needed to let go. You moaned and arched your back as that coil inside of you snapped and your fluids dripped onto Finn’s cock. His whole body shuddered when he came inside of you, warmth quickly spreading throughout your body.

Finn removed his hand from your now over-sensitive clit and his softening cock out of your cunt. The feeling of being empty inside made you whimper, but his warm embrace surrounded you as he laid down next to you. Your bodies were a mess of entangled limbs and the room smelt of sweat and sex. It felt like you were home. You were at home with Finn but you quickly remembered something.

“Finn, baby. The pancakes are still downstairs and you still need to finish them.” you accentuated this with a gently poke to his chest. “Don’t want them to go to waste now, do we?”, you asked as you moved away from him and towards the door.

“Darlin’, you’re not going anywhere for the rest of the mornin’.” Finn smirked. “You better get your sexy ass back in this bed before I drag you back here.”, he said as he made his way to you. He picked you up and dropped you back onto the bed. “Now go back to sleep…”. You could hear his breathing slowly pan out from behind your back and his arms slowly slid around your waist as he slid closer to you. You smiled at your cuddly lover, who was wrapped around you this morning.

‘Best morning ever.’, you thought to yourself as your eyes closed, and you and Finn both drifted towards a wondrous sleep.


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Jimin + #1, #33 - Drabble Game

My first drabble request! I hope you enjoy anon! (((: 


 1. “Shut up or I’ll bite.” 

33. “Fuck that was hot.” 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

 You watched the boys backs disappear out of the door before closing your eyes, inhaling sharply. Your stomach hurt from laughing so much with all of them and now you and Jimin lay in the aftermath of your quick get together. You had no clue why Jimin decided to stay instead of joining the rest of the boys. Maybe he was just bored enough to hang out with his only friend that is a girl. You turned to gaze at Jimin as he began to speak through the lengthy silence. 

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Holy Yeollie (M)

This is something I started a few days ago to practice my smut-writing skills (this is like the first fully completed one that I’ve written, and the first for EXO)… I got kinda invested in it and so, yeah…Here it is~ You don’t have to read it, of course, if you’re not into smut or anything (it’s probably not very good anyway lol). Anyway, here goes nothing…

Genre: X Reader, literally just smut, smut, smut (so basically PWP)

Member(s): Well, if you couldn’t tell from the title, it’s Chanyeol (who btw has been slaying it in that L’Officiele Hommes photoshoot)

POV: Second person

Warning(s): Potentially cringy due to my utter lack of any experience with a guy, not to mention the whole thing is smut so like…the (M) for mature should be a warning in itself

Summary: Smut. No plot-line to follow, just…yeah.

Originally posted by zutterxtrash


That was the word that echoed against the walls, the word that bounced its way down the hall, the word that resounded in your and his ears as you looked down at him, sitting on his stomach as he laid on the bed.

“(y/n),” he whimpered, wiggling beneath you. “Touch me, please!”

Chanyeol stared up at you, his eyes dark and lusty as hell. It was almost enough for you to change your mind. You knew what he was capable of, but…this was supposed to be your turn.

It’d been months since you had last seen him, touched him, breathed his scent, and now, you were just about ready to rip everything off of him, which was very uncharacteristic for you, since you were usually a sub. Hence this experiment.

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[GOT7 Reacts] to you wearing this dress

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He is about to take you out to a fancy restaurant when you answer the door you are wearing this… 

Mark: When you open the door his mouth would be open wide and just stare at you slightly biting his lip, not believing that this goddess in front of him was his girlfriend. “You are the most beautiful person on this planet” he would say as you grab his arm.Then he would tuck your hair behind your ears and hold your face between his hand and plant a heavy, hot kiss. 

JB: As soon as the door opens Jaebum’s mouth spreads into a dark smile and looks at you with lusty eyes. He pulls you forward firm but gently, and kisses you holding you by the waist. “The only way you could look better is if you weren’t wearing anything at all.” He purrs into your ear almost looking to pull you into your apartment rather than out of it.

Jackson: He wouldn’t even be able to contain his excitement when you step out he picks you up into a hug and twirls you around. He would be yelling “This is my girlfriend, everyone please look at her!” A few people in the hallway would smile and acknowledge your beauty “Ya you! don’t look at her too long, MY girlfriend” 

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I’ll give it a go! @jandjsalmon

They sat in the soft pleather booth of Pops, tangled up in each other for what felt like hours. Careful touches and gentle kisses were the only thing keeping the two troubled teens grounded, The safety they felt in each other’s arms was all they had for now, but in the afterglow of a terrible night filled with insecurities and revelations, just being there was enough.

“It’s getting late.” Betty whispered, her voice hoarse from her crying and her movements sluggish, she felt defeated, embarrassed. She wanted to stay here in Jugheads arms for as long as possible but she knew her mother would be worried. “I have to get home.” She sighed softly, pulling away and dropping a slow kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for longer than necessary. “I’ll see you at school on Monday.” She slid from the booth and began her walk to the door.

Betty was still hurt, sure they had talked it through, but having him tell her just how little he thought of their relationship, how simple he thought she was? It weighed on her heart. She just wanted to make him happy. She had been trying to make everyone happy for so long and she had been failing. She failed every single time.

Suddenly she felt her arm being tugged and her body being shoved into a solid object, said objects lips dropping down to her own.


Jughead had a steady grip on her hips as he wildly attacked her lips, she could feel the passion he was trying to push through, he wanted her to know he cared, wanted her to know she mattered to him. This was his version of an apology. They boy with the vocabulary of a dictionary was reduced to a puddle of kisses in her presence. Betty slowly ran her hands up his back and finally into his wavy dark hair. As soon as her fingertips touched the smooth locks, she pulled back abruptly, eliciting a muffled groan from the boy.

“Juggie. I think you forgot something.” She whispered, the hint of a smile toying on her face.

He looked up at her with confused eyes and raised a brow.

“What did I forget?” He asked absently, eyes still lusty from their heated moment. Betty giggled and tapped her head, making her fingers into a crown. Jugheads eyes widened comically as he realized he had forgotten his beanie on the table at Pops. “I’ll be right back! Don’t move!” He shouted, tripping over his feet in pursuit of his prized possession.

Rolling her eyes, Betty watched through the window as he raced to the table quickly snatching the hat up and running back to her.

“Sorry..I..” he panted looking helplessly at his hat, he wanted to explain why it meant so much to him, wanted her to know that it wasn’t that he was uncomfortable with her, he just needed the hat, but he couldn’t form words, he couldn’t tell her. He felt the hat being taken out of his hands by a pair of tinier fingers, Betty wordlessly lifted the hat from his hands and gently placed it into his head, tugging until it fit right.

“I get it.” She whispered with a soft smile, quickly adjusting her ponytail and shrugging her shoulders.

He felt himself relax almost instantly, quickly taking her hand in his as they headed home. Jughead wrapped an arm around her as she shivered, the night air was cold and she was only wearing a sweater, Jughead quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Betty looked up at him and frowned
“Oh no Jughead I’m fine. You’ll freeze.” She tried to take the denim jacket off before he placed His hands on her shoulders, securing its place.

“As much as I hate to cover up that ridiculously silly sweater, you’re much smaller then me I’m fairly certain it’s you who will freeze. Speaking of sweaters. Where did you get that crown one from?” He smirked at her blushing cheeks

“I made it.” She said smiling shyly “I made it last night. I figured, you don’t really have a letterman jacket like the football players and this isn’t the 1950s and you don’t have a class ring for me to wear. I just wanted everyone to know I was your girl I guess. I mean atleast for your birthday. It is pretty silly isn’t it?” She looked down, playing with the hem of her sweater.

Jughead abruptly stopped, moving to stand in front of her he took her hands
“No.” he whispered, catching her eyes as she looked up “I was wrong. That’s not silly at all.” He dropped a quick kiss to her lips, his fingers tracing the crown on her chest “I like it. A lot. Crowns suit you.” He smirked, moving back to her side, he could see her house in the distance.

Betty blushed again before smiling cockily
“Well I am a princess after all am I not?” She raised a brow as he stood before her in her front porch.

“Sure thing Juliet.” He rolled his eyes affectionately, looking at her front door.

“You got that right mister.” She walked toward him wrapping her arms around his center as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sugary strawberry scent of her hair. This was his home, right here on this front porch wrapped up in Betty Coopers arms.
“Where are you staying tonight?” He heard her whisper into his chest.

“Figure I’ll sleep in Fred’s room tonight, it’ll be nice to have an actual bed for once, gotta keep an eye on Arch, kid can’t hold his alcohol.” Pulling away he dropped a gentle kiss to her forehead, tucking his fingers under her chin to catch her eyes.

“We’re okay aren’t we?” He asked his tone slightly scared.

Betty smiled softly and placed a lingering kiss on his lips

“We’re okay.” She smiled before squeezing his fingers and heading inside.

“We’re okay.” He mumbled to himself, his shoulders slumping with relief as he braced himself for the war zone that was bound to be Archie’s house.

Escape:  the Bree years

“It hurts,” she whimpered through her breaths. 

“I know, mo graidh.”  

The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pelting at the window. 

It was time for her to sit up, but she couldn’t manage because she was too tired. The bed only went up so far, so she had asked Jamie to sit behind her, and prop her up when it was time to push.  It was her twelfth hour of labour, and she was exhausted.  The contractions started at 7:00 in the evening, and it was 7:00 in the morning now.  

“You don’t know!  You don’t have any idea,” she scoffed.

“I do not.  Sorry.”  Just keep her happy.

“I should have had the drugs,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Ye said ye didna want them.  Ye said ye wanted a natural birth.”  She’d made him promise not to let her give in.  

“Well, I was wrong!”  She tried to breathe through the contraction that threatened to rip her in half.  “Oh, God, I need to push.” 

“The doctor is just putting his gloves on.”  He tried to keep his voice calm.

“Tell the doctor to fucking hurry up, it hurts.”  She couldn’t believe she was waiting for a man right now.

“He’s almost ready.  Breathe, Sassenach.” Jamie spoke low into her ear.  

“Tell him!” Claire snarled.

“Oi!  Put the fuckin’ gloves on a bit faster, aye?”  

“Thank you, Jamie.”  She sounded like herself again.

“Whatever ye need, Claire.”  He’d move Heaven and Earth, if necessary.

The doctor settled himself on the small stool between her legs.  “Ok, Dr. Fraser. Ye can push with the next contraction.  Let’s meet yer wee one, aye?”

Claire didn’t dare open her eyes for fear of losing her concentration.  The bustle of the delivery room was lost to her.  But one thing penetrated her brain, and lodged itself there.

Jamie’s voice. 

His voice in the moment the baby crowned would stay with her.  


Each word said softly, and reverently.  A true prayer.  It was the voice of a man who was witnessing a miracle.  

Claire kept her eyes closed until she heard the cry.  A very healthy, lusty cry. Relief flooded through her.  Finally, she could look.  She saw the shock of red hair, and heard the doctor ask Jamie if he’d like to cut the cord.  Jamie’s big body moved from behind hers, so anxious was he to participate.

“Is it a boy?”  Claire asked, unable to see. 

She watched Jamie cut the cord grinning from ear to ear.  

“Is it a boy?” she asked again, louder.  

The doctor held up their child.  “Ye have a beautiful baby girl!”

The nurse took the baby then, to clean her up, and test her Apgar scores. Jamie followed as if entranced.  It was as if in cutting the cord from Clair, the child had created some invisible tether to him.  

Claire laid her head back against the bed as the doctor went about helping her deliver the afterbirth.  

A girl.  

Another girl.

She was so sure it was going to be a boy.  A boy to name Brian, after Jamie’s father.  She was so certain it was a boy she didn’t even bother settling on a girl’s name.  

She felt a twinge of guilt because in truth, she was kind of disappointed. She didn’t want a girl.  She didn’t want a replacement for Faith.  Faith was her daughter.  She was supposed to have a son so she wouldn’t miss Faith all over again.  She was supposed to have a son so she wouldn’t constantly be thinking about all that Faith had missed.  All that she and Jamie had missed.  Now, she would be thinking about how two little girls should have grown up together.  

We lost a lifetime with someone we’d never even met.

She turned her head, and felt the tears slide into her ear.  

“Are ye ready to hold yer wee lass?” the nurse asked. 

Claire nodded, and held out her arms.  

The nurse handed her the squirming bundle.  Claire received her daughter, and immediately counted her fingers, and toes while Jamie chuckled deeply.  Ten. Ten of each.  

Jamie placed his big hands on either side of her on the bed, and kissed her gently on the lips.  

“Thank ye, Sassenach.  Thank ye for our child.  Our daughter.”

She smiled then, at his joy.  Her tears welled up anew.  She found her joy in his. She looked down at the pink, warm body resting against her skin.  Little fingers splayed over her chest, with the same crooked right pinky, just like Claire’s.  The tiny knees were drawn up, and the cheeks were impossibly chubby.    

“What should we name her?”  Claire couldn’t tear her eyes away.  She was big! And that hair!  So much like her dad.  So much like Faith.  

She was Faith, but more.  She was her sister.

“Christ!  We didna decide, did we?”  Jamie’s eyes widened.

“Honestly, Jamie. I was convinced it was a boy.”

“Canna very well name her Brian, now, can we?”

“No,” Claire paused, and thought.  “But we can name her Brianna.” 

Jamie tried to say the name, stuttered, tried again.  Claire corrected him and he tried again, his tongue getting in the way of the shift in syllable.  Claire laughed out loud.

“How do ye spell it, then?” Jamie’s brow was furrowed.


“Brrrr-eye-ah-na.”  Jamie spoke slowly.  “That’s a horrible name for a lass.”

“Can you say Mary?”  She spoke as if talking to a toddler.

“Oh, ha ha, Claire.”  Jamie raised an eyebrow.  “It’s that damn English spelling.  In Gaelic we would say it ‘Bree-ahnna.’”  He looked down at his newborn, hands still braced on either side of Claire. “’Tis different, right enough.”

Claire lifted a hand, and placed it against Jamie’s cheek.  His attention broken, he looked at his wife.  His tired, pale, physically, emotionally exhausted wife.  

“We can call her Bree, for short.” Claire smiled like the Madonna.  “I think it’s beautiful.”

“I think yer beautiful,” Jamie whispered.  “God, Claire.  A daughter.”  His breath hitched, a catch in his voice.   “A second chance.”

“No,” she said, a little more forcefully than she meant.  Jamie narrowed his eyes.  

“No,” she said in a gentler tone.  “She’s our first chance.”  She cupped Brianna’s small head.  “Our second daughter, but our first chance.”  

Jamie nodded.  “Aye.  I get yer meanin’ mo graidh.”  He kissed the top of the baby’s head, lingeringly.  Then, kissed his wife in the same way.  

“Weel, ladies,”  Jamie heaved himself up, proud as a stallion.  “I’m going to call Auntie Jenny.  A Dhia, Sassenach, she’ll be beside herself wi’ excitement!”  

He strode through the door, then grabbed the frame at the last moment, and spun around. “Tha gaol agam ort.”  

“I love you, too, Jamie.”  His grin was blinding.  She could hear him whistle tunelessly as he walked away to the lobby for better cell reception.

Alone, Claire looked down at Brianna.  She shifted the baby to cradle her in her arms, and swaddled her more snuggly in the pink blanket.  Bree opened her eyes for a moment.  

“That, my darling, was your father, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”  Bree blinked sleepily.  “A long time ago I crawled through his window, and fixed his shoulder.  And then, not long after that, he took care of me when I was sick.  He said to me once that ‘I had his name, his clan, his family, and if necessary, the protection of his body’.  It’s a promise he’s always kept.  It will be the same for you, little one.”  Claire smiled at the memory. 

“Your father will love you more than you ever thought possible.  He will encourage you to be anything you want to be,” Claire promised fiercely.  

Bree’s little mouth stretched into a yawn.  “I wonder if you’ll prefer art to science?  Although I secretly hope you’ll grow up to be an archaeologist like your Great-Uncle Lamb.” 

Bree’s eyes drifted shut, her little hands curled under her chin.  

Claire shifted the baby up onto her shoulder, and settled back, holding her close.  

Closing her eyes, she yawned just as her daughter had done a moment before, and drifted off to sleep.

When Jamie stepped into the room ten minutes later, his two best girls were fast asleep.  He pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture of the moment.  

A moment he never wanted to forget. 

Because in that exact moment, he felt as if his heart was going to burst. 

Baby Girl

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: Reader avoids a night of trouble thanks to Sam…

Pairing: student!Sam x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: implied drugging, smut, language

A/N: This was just a general request for some frat boy Sam and I ran with it…

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Yoongi x Chubby!Reader



Warnings: Slight drinking mentioned, self hate, language, slight dirty talk, oral (receiving), all around filth lol

You struggled as you attempted to tug the somewhat tight shirt over your protruding breasts, accomplishing your goal after giving it a few tugs. You moved over to stare in the mirror, looking over your chosen outfit. It wasn’t often you wore tight clothing but you were dressed to impress, anticipating the meet up your boyfriend Yoongi was pulling you to. He’s wanted you to meet the rest of his members and one of your favorite bands EXO and he finally found a time to do so.

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Favors (Part 1) - Min Yoongi x Reader (smut)

indirectly requested by @bangtaanvines (thanks for the idea; I’m a big fan)

Group : BTS

Member : Min Yoongi (aka AgustD)

Genre : Oral, Best Friend!AU  

Word Count : 1792                                                            

Description : You wanted to know, how giving a blowjob would feel like since you were quite inexperienced in it. So why not use your best friend Yoongi as a test object?  

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You Get What You Deserve (I.M/Changkyun x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Hello, my name is Rylee and I enjoy sinning. Basically the squad asked for some kinky Changkyun and him being my bias wrecker, I had to deliver! I went a little overboard because I wasn’t sure what kind of kink you wanted, so I went with a little something different. But I can tell you, this will probably leave you a little more than just satisfied…Enjoy! This was so much fun to write because sexy, dirty talking Changkyun is my favorite thing in the world. Just remember the deep timbre of his voice as you read this…;)

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Slipping your black patent heels on, you gazed out over the bustling city that never seemed to sleep. The artificial light was almost brighter than the actual sun, all the varying colors created a stunning rainbow of ambiance that moved and breathed as cars sped down the streets and people walked along.The golden glow reflected off your face and you simply thought of how the hell you were supposed to get any kind of sleep. Thank god for curtains.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a bughead pregnancy fluffy thing? Or them with a new born? I love the idea of them being all cute and domestic 💖💖💖💖

Baby bugheads are so cute! I’ll give it a go!

He walked through the door, instantly smiling when the smell of Betty’s homemade lasagna hit his nose. There were many things he loved about being married to his beautiful wife but one of his absolute favorites was her cooking. When they moved in together Betty had sat him down at their dining room table and declared that they would be having atleast one meal a day together, from that moment on he had never gone to bed with an empty stomach, a steady change to his youth when he would go days without a solid meal.

Dropping his bag on the floor by her neat row of heels, he made his way into the dining room, fully expecting to see the blonde beauty waiting at the kitchen table with a mischievous smirk, ready to tease him for being late. What he didn’t expect was to see a plate of food in his designated spot and his wife nowhere to be found.

“Bets?” He called out, peeking his head in the kitchen.

“I’m in the living room.” He heard her sniffle.

Was she crying? Wait why was she crying?! He practically sprinted to her, tripping over his shoes. He stopped dead in the door frame, staring at the vision in front of him.

Betty was sitting cross legged on the couch in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of tiny grey shorts, her extended belly exposed and her long silky blonde hair in a messy bun, strands falling into her eyes. She was holding a tub of vanilla ice cream and her eyes were filled with tears. He hated to see her cry but damn if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Bets?” He asked again, quieter this time as he slowly walked over to her, cautiously.

“Hi juggie.” She hiccuped, her lip quivering.

That was all it took, Jughead instantly sat beside her and wrapped her up in arms, rubbing his hands up and down her bare back soothingly. She instantly broke into sobs as he whispered into her hair “What’s the matter love?”

Pulling away and looking up at him with her stuffy red nose, she took a deep breathe

“I got called fat today!” She exclaimed, rushing the sentence out and placing her head in her hands.

Jughead instantly tensed up. What the fuck? Who would call his six month pregnant wife fat?
“Who called you fat?” He practically growled.

Betty mumbled into her hands
“Tommy Jenkins.”

Jughead stopped his movements on her back and barked out a laugh. Tommy Jenkins was a six year old in her first grade class at Riverdale elementary.

Hearing him laugh, Betty snapped her head up ripping herself out of his hold
“I’m glad you think it’s funny Forsythe, I’m glad you think me being upset is funny.” She attempted to cross her arms over chest but her belly made it a little bit difficult, causing him to laugh even harder as he tried to control himself looking up at her narrowed eyes.

“I’m sorry! It’s just… he’s six Bets. He doesn’t know what being pregnant is. You look amazing, you know that. I know that. Don’t worry about what.. Tommy Jenkins thinks.” He wiped his eyes, the smile a permanent feature on his face.

As Betty continued to stare at his goofy face she couldn’t help the small smile that crept into hers
“Okay. I guess it is silly. I can’t help it, it’s these damn hormones.” She pouted playfully.

Jughead gently lifted her on his lap

“You’re carrying our baby in their Betty. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. You have never looked more beautiful.” He whispered against her neck, dropping a kiss to her pulse point.

Betty shivered, bending her neck a little
“There is no way you’re attracted to me right now, I’m a mess!”

Jughead smiled wickedly, licking a streak ice cream off the side of her mouth.

“ah, but Mrs.Jones, that’s where you’re very wrong.” His eyes were lusty as he ran his hands over her belly before scooping her into his arms as she shrieked and giggled.

“What about dinner?!” She laughed over his shoulder

“Lasagna was meant to be a dessert food!” He growled, running up the stairs.

anonymous asked:

can you do rfa + v & saeran react to a flat-chested mc? also i love your blog sm~ ^^

Thank you for the kind words, anon! It always makes me feel better to hear that people like my blog :)

I kept this request predominately SFW, but V has hints of NSFW (not enough to tag this as NSFW though) because of the big news. If it’s not his route, then I’m going to take the excuse that he deserves a ton of love! 

I hope you enjoy this request! And as always, ⭐my requests are open!⭐


·         When he saw you for the first time he didn’t even notice you had a flat chest, he could only stare into your eyes because that calmed his nerves. In fact, he didn’t even notice your chest until your third date, and that was only because you had decided to not wear a baggy sweater for a change.

·         To him, it isn’t a big deal, because it’s just another part of you – besides, there’s many other things he adores about you!

·         The size of your chest doesn’t matter, because so long as you don’t have a chest that’s as hard as a rock when he wants to hug you and rest his head on your chest, he’s super happy! He loves that your chest is squishy, yet he can still hear the sound of your heartbeat.

·         To be honest he probably has nightmares of being smothered by big boobs lol

·         If anyone at his uni says really rude things like “why are you dating a guy?? They can’t be a girl if they don’t have a chest!” he’ll get so mad that you have to drag him away from the assholes. He gets super passionate about defending you and thinks you don’t deserve horrible comments like that.

·         On days when you feel insecure and wish you had a bigger bust, he’s going to point out all the things that make you an awesome person. He isn’t going to leave you, and doesn’t want you to change yourself to please others!


·         Lets just remember the time Echo Girl tried to get him to fondle her DD breasts in this route like wtf

·         He finds out about your chest when he shows you the dress he wants you to wear at the RFA party. He’s confused when you act really uneasy about it, but when you explain that you can’t wear it because you don’t have the right figure, he sets about proving your assumption wrong.

·         “Who said you can’t wear it? I thought of you when I saw it

·         When you tried the dress on and showed him how you looked, he nearly fainted because of how amazing it looked on you. You were owning it! He was so proud that he could tell the world that you were his, wearing a dress that made you looked more beautiful than you already were.

·         He really doesn’t want you to feel insecure and think about changing your breast size just because the majority of his female co-workers are busty. You stood out to him because of how kind and humble you were, not because of the way you looked.

·         In his own words: “Don’t hate the body that I love, okay?”

·         In a way, he’s relieved that you have a small chest because it means most other men won’t look at you with lusty eyes and try to steal you from him.

·         It doesn’t change the fact that he finds it difficult to contain The Beast. The Beast isn’t just released by how your breasts look…


·         Admittedly, you felt insecure in comparison to her. She was beautiful; her hair was silky soft, her skin was supple, her figure was beautiful, and her damn boobs were incredible! You felt less than average in comparison to her.

·         You try everything to make your breasts seem bigger; buying a push-up bra, using cheap silicone cutlets, even stuffing your bra with balled-up socks.

·         When she finds out that you’re doing this, she tells you that you really don’t need to – after all, the size of your bust really doesn’t matter to her. She finds you attractive in many other ways.

·         Deep down, she thinks that you look better than her anyway, so she’s surprised to hear that you would think that.

·         She tells you aaalllll the disadvantages of having bigger boobs, and how she wishes she could have a smaller chest. Also, she hates all the unwanted attention from disgusting perverts.

·         She’ll also warn you that wearing the wrong bra size or stuffing a bra to the brim cannot only ruin your bra, but can also damage your breasts.

·         However, if you’re really insistent that you want to give the illusion of bigger breasts, she gives you tips – contouring your chest, wearing horizontal stripes, and having an upright posture.


·         He literally only notices it when Sarah points out your flat chest, ranting about how you’re so average when she sees you in the flat with Jumin. He notices that when she’s gone, you look upset. When you tell him that some of her words got to you, he tells you that you should ignore her because she was jealous and clutching at straws to try and make him leave you. And she failed.

·         He doesn’t like women who flaunt their bodies for his attention, especially when they make a huge deal about how big their breasts are. He likes you, because not only are you flaunting yourself, you also don’t draw attention to your chest. Also, Elizabeth 3rd approves, so what a bonus.

·         Tbh it was probably never his favourite part of a woman anyway. I think he would only see them as serving a biological purpose and just… really swollen fatty tissue. Because that’s what breasts are fundamentally.

·         If anyone says anything horrible about you, he’ll probably give them some harsh words and a death glare for having the audacity to comment on how you look. If they kept harassing and being horrible to you… he’ll be on the phone to his lawyer.

·         Sometimes you feel bad because even though he buys you gorgeous outfits, you feel like you can’t pull them off. He reminds you that you’ll look amazing in anything he buys you, because it’s you. However, he does note what your fashion preferences are and which parts of your body you’re more confident about so he can buy outfits which can show them off. Even if it’s something ridiculous like your rib cage, and imagine the poor tailor having to come up with something to satisfy his request…

·         If you really want breast enhancement surgery, he’ll pay for it for your happiness, but he reminds you that he loves you the way you are. He fell in love with YOU, not your tits.


·         He finds out some time after Saeran is beginning his recovery. Like one time you’re cooking and he gets really confident and sneaks up on you, then grabbing your boobs and scaring you. And then he’s really confused because they’re barely there. Is your sweater so baggy that it’s hiding them? Then he actually realises that they’re small lol.

·         He really isn’t going to care. You changed him for the better and pretty much saved his brother and the RFA, and you think he’s going to be pissed because of your chest? He’s probably more annoyed that you think he would be offended by something like that.

·         However, he totally understands how you feel, because he has insecurities about his body too. Yet he doesn’t want you to be insecure since he thinks you’re perfect!

·         He’ll remind you of everything he loves about you, highlighting that your breasts aren’t that significant to him.

·         He’s happy though because he can fit them comfortably in his hands, and when you find out you try not to throw the nearest object at him.

·         In your sleep, he probably draws a smiley face on your boobs, with 10/10 emblazoned on them. The 0s are represented by the nipples 😉

·         “Don’t change them, MC! They’re my breast friends!”



·         In all seriousness, he doesn’t care about the size. He finds that they just add to your beauty, even if they’re small! And it relieves him that he won’t accidentally brush against them or anything.

·         His favourite thing to do when you two are intimate is to shower them in kisses. He loves them so much, especially since they’re so soft and squishy.

·         If you feel insecure, he’s going to spend as long as possible pointing out everything he loves about you, and damn does it take a long time. He’ll worship your body when you two are intimate, making sure that you know how much he loves every other part of you, even your spleen.

·         He really wants to do a nude photo shoot, because he wants you to learn to love what he loves. And he’s not going to airbrush or add filters to the photos. He wants you to see you for who you are.

·         However, don’t think he’s totally innocent. He’s still really proud of the time when he said your shirt had braille on it and he ran a hand over your chest, feeling your nipples like braille. You have never been so flustered in your entire life.


·         I mean he’s been in a cult for nearly half his life, so he probably doesn’t care about breasts. He just sees you as the only one who truly understands him, and tbh he probably doesn’t care about your appearance either. It’s your kindness and personality that touches him.

·         Seriously, he has no idea of what cup sizes mean. If you tell him that you xA, he isn’t going to understand.

·         “____, isn’t that some sort of video quality setting…?”

·         Sometimes you get catcalled, and the catcallers always remark how you would be perfect if you had bigger boobs. When he hears them as he walks home with you from the ice cream parlour, he’s LIVID.

·         Like sure, mock him all you want for not looking manly enough or still being in an emo phase, but you? You did nothing to attract that attention and you sure as hell don’t deserve it! It takes all your energy to get him to calm down and leave them alone.

·         Whenever he feels stressed he has a habit of squeezing your breasts like a stress ball. They might be too small to fit in his hands, but it always makes him feel better and you damn horny.

·         You accepted him for all his flaws, so he’s amazed that you think he wouldn’t accept you because of your chest size. He just doesn’t get it.

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden Subaru Sakamaki (heaven 2) ~translation/traducción~

this translation was made by @vampiretsuki (THANK U!)

Heaven 1, heaven 2, heaven 3

Place: Subaru’s room

Subaru: …Hey
Yui: What is it Subaru-kun?
Subaru: Well…. play with me a game.
Yui: A game you say, what type of game is it?
Subaru: It’s a competition where the one who spends the most time without looking away wins.
Yui: Eh…?
Subaru: I-It’s not like I wanted to play it!
Subaru: Raito said it was a popular game, and he wanted me to look like an idiot since i don’t know it…

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Originally posted by isophhia

Ivar x reader

Warnings: dubcon

Words: 2,393

(Rate my smut =)))))))) Yeah so I was inspired to write some terrible Ivar smut after that fucking amazing trailer so here it is and I hope it doesn’t suck too hard because I am kinda new to this writing smut thing. Feedback would be greatly appreciated if any sisters can spare it. Enjoy!)

There he was; all the way across the hall, brooding atop his great throne. His chin resting lightly upon his hand as his fingers traced idly along his lips in a more seductive manner than he intended while lost in his deep, dark thoughts. He was glowering in your direction, like he always did. You found yourself quickly glancing away from the hold his dark and fiery eyes had on you. You always had a deep fascination with people’s eyes and Ivar’s wild, deep, ocean blue ones were among the most fascinating to you.

All of the terrors and bloodlust, torture and dark tendencies Ivar’s world held; those eyes had seen it all. They were stained with his own sadistic, mad and lustful thoughts; corrupted by whatever blackness had seeped into them from his calculating and tormented mind. And those same eyes now burned dangerously into the back of your head.

He had always thrown those same daggers at you with his eyes and you had not a clue why. You had made it very clear that you supported him; in every bold decision he made and every new war he would start. In fact, you made it very clear that you had eyes only for him. You would always touch his arm lightly and talk sweetly and seductively his way; you made it very clear that you wanted him. Your feared, dangerous, calculating and triumphant viking King. How could you have resisted?

You had done all you could have to shown your devotion and adoration and pure want for him and he treated you as if you were his worst and most despised enemy. You couldn’t understand it. You hated it.

“(Y/N)!” His sharp, authoritative voice called out your name; cutting through the noise of the small feast raging on around you; bringing you quickly out of your fleeting thoughts. You looked back his way. You thought you had imagined his sweet voice calling out to you but you changed your mind when you saw Ivar actually motioning for you to come over to him now. You stood there in a trance before quickly bringing yourself back into reality and rushing over to your King.

You approached him cautiously when you neared his throne. Everything about him intimidated you; a powerful aura seemed to naturally surround him. He wore a dark, hooded cloak that hid most of his face from his crowd of warriors enjoying the feast in front of him. His expressively dark eyes were the only things visible to you now; the left one much more hidden than the right due to being completely bloodshot from his recent time in battle. The dark blue mixed with the veiny crimson red only furthered your intrigue of him.

The Boneless looked you up and down, slowly. His eyes growing more and more hungry and predatory rather than hate filled as always when he looked your way. “Y-yes? King Ivar?” You stuttered your words out and mentally kicked yourself for sounding like some scared, little mouse. You quickly averted your eyes to the ground after the pathetic display. “Won’t you join me, (Y/N)?” His sweetly, sly voice inquired and your gaze shot up to meet his then. He was smirking at you under the hood but his eyes refused to match his playful grin; they still remained dark and lusty; swimming with even darker ideas that filled his mind to the brim. You could only nod before pulling your gaze away from his to spot the throne right next to his own. You began to cautiously walk towards it when you heard Ivar tsk. You looked at him to see he was shaking his head in disapproval while still grinning madly at you. “No, sit here.” He said; his voice growing dark as he lightly patted his own lap.

You were immediately taken aback by his request; you stood there, frozen. His grin disappeared just as quickly as it had formed on his face as you stood unmoving, continuing to gawk at him. “Incase you couldn’t tell, that was a command, not a suggestion, (Y/N). Obey.” This was absurd and you were confused as to why he was treating you like this all of a sudden. Was it the severe amount of mead he had consumed while perched upon his throne perhaps? Your continued lack of movement and words began to irk him and his hand then shot out to roughly grab ahold of your arm; making you cry out before pulling you onto his lap forcefully. You froze yet again and gasped when you felt his half erect length beneath the fabric of his pants under you. Some of his men turned to eye you both curiously now; some cheered in response to their King now openly feeling you up.

His rapid breaths were hot on your neck and then on your delicate ear as he leant in close to whisper something to you. “I am your King now, stupid woman. That means you must do everything I say, not stand there gawking at me like a fucking idiot at my commands. Don’t worry, i’m sure you will learn in due time.” You whimpered and felt your own breaths grow heavy as his large hand reached into the top of your dress to continue fondling your breasts. “I-Ivar, please!” You began to shakily plead with him to let you go as you weakly struggled beneath his wandering hands, but he quickly silenced you as he reached his other hand under the thin fabric of your dress to shove two thick fingers deep inside your already very wet and slick cunt.

You gasped and moaned quietly as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you all while laughing darkly into the back of your neck. His lips moved to your ear once again. “I know this is what you want, (Y/N). The way you tease me with your sweet words in front of my men and the fucking pathetically evident lust you try so desperately to conceal in your eyes whenever you look over at me.” He chuckled again as he continued to speak. “Just look at how wet you are for me already. Do you like being teased in front of all my men like this, do you? You do? fucking whore.” You squirmed and moaned even louder now as he breathlessly insulted you; his unrelenting fingers continuing to forcibly fuck you.

All of the viking warriors’ attentions were now on you. They continued to cheer and whistle and laugh at your heated predicament. “Ivar. Ivaaar, pleeease!” You tried to beg him to release you through your arousal but it only sounded like you were praising him and egging him on which caused him to pump in and out of you even faster. All of the men’s own lusty eyes were on you now as your cunt was continuously fucked by your King’s intrusive fingers; it was humiliating and wrong, but at the same time, the pleasure was overwhelming you. “Shh.” Ivar shushed you soothingly. “Who does this cunt belong to now, (Y/N)?” He pushed his two fingers further into you and held them there as he asked the question and you could only moan out his name. Ivar’s other hand quickly removed itself from your cleavage to lift up your skirts even more and smack your bare ass with brutal force. You yelped in response as tears began to well up in your eyes. “Say it properly, bitch. Say ‘my cunt belongs to my King, my cunt belongs to King Ivar.’” You opened your mouth to breathlessly speak again. “My cunt belongs to my King, my cunt belongs to King Ivar.” You echoed his words with a moan. Ivar seemed to echo your own moan then too in response to your submissive words.

“You are mine.” He moaned again through his words as he began thrusting into you.
Ivar then suddenly pulled his hand out from under your skirts, making you whine and fucking hate yourself for wanting this public debasement to actually continue on. “Open that pretty mouth of yours, (Y/N).” Despite everything, you obeyed your King; under his mind numbing power completely now.

Ivar pushed his two fingers into your mouth this time; letting you taste yourself mixed with the taste of the calloused, salty skin of his own fingertips. “Good. You’re learning. Very good.” He breathlessly praised you as his erect cock only became more pronounced under you in response to your obedience, making your eyes roll back. You moaned behind his fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” Ivar commanded and you obeyed. Sucking his fingers dry of your wetness. He soon forced a third one into your mouth and you continued to lick and suck on all three digits; completely overcome with your arousal now; it was like no one else was in the room, just you and Ivar, in this moment. “How cute, (Y/N) has probably touched herself many times while dreaming of finally choking on my cock.” Ivar announced in a mocking voice to the men in the room as you continued to submissively suck on his fingers. They all laughed in response and you could feel your face reddening from the shame and the realisation that you and Ivar were in fact not the only ones in the room.

You pulled away from his digits then and gained enough courage from your sudden rage to spit directly in his face. He immediately stopped laughing along with them all and growled as he pushed you harshly off of his lap and onto the floor. Wiping away the spit now in his eyes, he looked down at you with that same fire once again. “Now you are right where you belong, (Y/N). At my feet, on the floor like a good little pet.” He concluded with another grin and a dangerously sweet expression before quickly returning back to that same glare; taking the chance to spit down into your own face. They all laughed again as you desperately tried to wipe his spit from your face. “Fuck you!” You screamed up at him now, enraged. “Be good, and I might just fuck you, pet.” The laughter only grew louder; ringing in your ears. Tears continued to form in your eyes.

Ivar stopped laughing then before giving you yet another command in a dark voice still laced heavily with lust. “Crawl between my legs and take my cock like a good bitch now. It is your King’s command.” You hated how the debasing order seemed to turn you on even more. He was treating you lower than a fucking dog; you should have hated him and instead, you were a shaking, aroused, hot mess for him. “Don’t make me ask again.” Ivar growled down at you. His intense, hungry and bloodshot eyes dared you to even think about disobeying under the blackness of the hood. You refused to move until he lunged forward and roughly grabbed ahold of your hair, making you cry out as he forced you to crawl on all fours towards the enticing looking bulge in his pants. He carelessly undid the braces around his legs while still tightly holding a fistful of your hair; holding you in place. You whimpered and hated the now growing, sharp pain in the back of your head from his hold on you.

Ivar threw the braces to the side of his throne and began to undo his pants next; breathing heavily and cursing under his breath as he fought to undo his belt with one hand, through his own arousal. Finally undoing it, throwing it also to the side and forcing his pants down enough to just expose his fully erect cock to you, he continued to pull you in then, right onto his member. He forced his length all the way into your mouth; hitting the back of your throat without warning and making you gag and sputter around him. His hand remained tangled in your now matted hair as he forced your head upright to stare into his lust filled, dangerous eyes. You moaned behind his cock and let your tongue begin to glide up and down his length a bit. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off of mine.” Ivar growled before beginning to thrust in his chair into you; fucking your mouth violently.

Tears streamed down your face as he kept fucking your throat; grunting and growling like an animal all the while. His now almost black eyes threatened to roll back into his head at any moment as he continued to stare intensely into your own eyes as if it were the most important thing in the world; to hold your gaze. A huge, predatory smile was plastered on his face all the while. He was close; you prayed this overly harsh treatment of your throat would end soon. Your eyes blurred his image above you as tears continued to fill them. Ivar leant down and used his other hand to harshly grab ahold of your jaw, pulling you closer to his face, and his eyes. “Don’t take your eyes off of me!” He warned again, breathless and crazed looking. You obeyed. And soon enough, he released his warm seed directly into your mouth.

He pulled out and removed the hand at the back of your head to cover your mouth. “Swallow it.” He commanded and you obeyed. Swallowing down his salty seed. You felt it travel down the inside of your throat, taking place deep inside your stomach. You moaned and closed your eyes as his hands still held your face. Your hot breaths were heavy and you longed for your own release. “Very good. Good bitch.” Ivar praised you before releasing your jaw and mouth from his rough grip and doing his pants up again. He reached down, grabbed both your arms and pulled you up into his lap for a second time; cradling you now in his own arms. His face was real close to yours as he continued to seemingly stare into your own soul. This time, his hand soothingly petted your hair as he leant in to whisper in your ear again. “Go wait for me. I’m not even fucking close to being finished with you.”

Daddy Dylan

“Whoa, Dyl, calm dow-” I stuttered, but I was quickly interrupted by a hand being roughly placed at my chin, a pair of hardened lips were lowered down onto mine and enclosed me into a deep kiss. My hands travelled to the back of his head, fingers were twirling around his dirty blonde locks. Dylan had my back up against the door, one hand was against my chin and the other one was dancing up and down my hip. He pulled my body in closer, a small grunt escaped his busy lips. He had become more impatient, he playfully swiped his tongue against mine. The hand that was on my chin had slipped down and was now firmly grasping my throat. Dylan’s body had begun twitching as the kiss deepened. Without hesitation, he flung my lithe body onto the bed beside us and climbed on top of me. He placed himself between my legs. My throat was still clutched between his hand as he sunk into the kiss further. His crotch was forcefully pushed against mine, his hips occasionally thrusted, making me feel the hardness that had grown in his pants.
“Dylan, I-” I attempted to finish my sentence but Dylan swiftly cut me off before I could.
“You know you don’t call me Dylan in the bedroom.” His voice was rough, and deep, and full of demand.
I felt a blush appear on my cheeks because I knew what he wanted me to call him. “Sorry, Daddy.” I replied in a soft, submissive manner.
“Good girl.” He spoke, licking his lips. Dylan threw my t-shirt to the ground before going back to kissing me. I became lost in kiss, I hadn’t even noticed he had loosened the grip from around my neck and had slithered both his hands to my breasts. Dylan was pleased to see that I wasn’t wearing a bra, yay for the 90s. His thumbs circle around my hardening nipples for a few moments before taking them into his mouth. He flicked the pink nubs with his tongue, receiving a few moans from me. One of his hands slipped into my pants and under my panties. His index finger made a beeline for my clit. He moved his finger in a small circular motions, keeping a steady pace. His tongue continued to swirl around my nipples as he played with my swelling clit. I can feel myself becoming wetter as his fingers glide over the gathering of sensitive nerves. My breath sharpened as his motions become more frequent. My hips bucked with every tantalising touch of his fingers. He had always had a way with his hands, he could use them to be rough or he could use them to tease. His fingers lapped around my clit. I tried to hide the fact I was about to cum because I knew he would stop. I knew he would stop and make me beg. I clenched my teeth, but I couldn’t stop the moans and the bucking of my hips. Each small stroke that even remotely touched my clit made my squeal in pleasure and beg for more.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear “Is my baby girl about to cum?”
“No, Daddy.” A smirk grows across his face at my response.
“Are you lying to me, kitty?”
“N-no Daddy, please keep touching me.” I beg, only a few touches away from releasing.
“You know what happens when you lie to Daddy, don’t you, kitten?” His smirk grew and he licked his lips. Dylan grabbed me and bent me over, so my face was buried in the pale pink, silky bedsheets. He lay a firm slap on my ass, my body trembled and I couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp. The stinging from where the skin had connected sent shockwaves throughout my body. I wriggled my hips a little bit, which indicated to Dylan I was ready for another hit. He smacked me again. I closed my eyes as tight I could, my toes curling. Out of no where, he grabbed a fist of my hair and pulled up, so I was kneeling.

“Why are you being punished?” His voice was harsh and bellowed directly into my ear.
“Because I lied to-”
“Louder!” He demanded aggressively, slamming his hand onto my ass again,
“Because I lied to Daddy about cumming.” I mewled in a slightly louder voice.
He threw me onto my back again and basically teared off my panties. He tossed them aside somewhere and whipped off his belt.
“Unbutton me.” He commanded, looking down upon me.
“Y-yes, Daddy.” I answered submissively. My fingers fumbled around the button of his belt until I had finally undid it. I slipped him out of his jeans pretty quickly but I took time with the boxers. I hooked my fingers around the top of the waste band and slowly began pulling them down. His member sprang out in front of me, I was pleased with how hard he was but I didn’t have time to waist or he’d become angry. I put his hardened cock into my hand and rubbed it up and down. I started from the base and went teasingly slow up to massage the tip. Dylan wasn’t one who enjoyed being teased. My smirking face mixed with the fact I wouldn’t pick up the place made him take control. He roughly grabbed my chin and pulled my mouth open wide, shoving his cock deep into the orifice. I gagged in surprise but quickly snapped back into reality. I sucked hard on his tip, using my hands to pump up and down his girthy dick. I bob my head up and down, taking in more and more of his length each time. I grasped onto his waist to try and stop my eyes from watering, but it didn’t help. He was bucking vigorously in and out of my mouth, taking fists full of hair when he felt as if he was losing complete control over me.

He leaned himself up against the wall and lifted me up, placing me above his thick member. He rubbed himself on my clit to ensure I was wet enough before he proceeded. I placed his length at my entrance, he grunted impatiently which told me to hurry up. I sink myself down and my eyes rolled back into my head. The feeling of him filling me made my body tense up in pleasure. I nuzzled myself into the nape of his neck and my breathing was heavy. He grabbed me by the hips and guided me down on his cock. He thrusted into me which caused a lusty moan to escape from my parted lips.
“Make Daddy cum.” Dylan whispered in my ear seductively.
I removed my myself from his neck and looked him in the eyes. I bounced a few times and was pleased with his reaction of grunts and his fingers dug into the soft flesh on my waist. .
“Keep going, Princess.” He pleaded, which wasn’t like him, he would never beg for pleasure.
His cock slid in and out of me slowly, each move filled my body with a hot sensation that made me go wild. I picked up the pace and make a rhythm of going out slow then going in quick. I would lift myself and pause then slam myself back down. I started bouncing up and down; faster and faster. Dylan noticed my suddenly quickening pace as the knot in my stomach grew tighter.

He pushed me backwards so he was on top and fully in control. He grinned when he pulled out a set of handcuffs that he had been saving for a moment like this.
“D-Dyl, what are you doing?” I questioned him, he always tended to stop just before I came,
“Giving you your punishment, Kitten.” He grabbed my wrists and forced the cuffs on them. He had my stuck to the bed post.

After a few moments of staring at the cuffs and admiring my limp hands clutched in the he spread my legs again. He slammed into me unexpectedly hard. Dylan went as hard and as quick his hips could go. He threw one of my legs over his shoulders as he rammed in and out. He rubbed on my clit with his thumb and I couldn’t take it anymore. My vision went blurry and my mind began going blank as my eyes roll into the back of my head. The combination of his cock slamming into me and the circles he was rubbing on my clit made my muscles tense. The handcuffs gingled as I twitched and my body prepared itself for orgasm. My breathes became short and sharp; my heart pounded in my chest as euphoria took over my body. I couldn’t handle it any longer.
“I-I’m going to cum.” Dylan called out with his teeth clamped down on his lip.
“Me too, Daddy.” I whimper.
He grabbed one of my breasts and continued to play with my clit. I moaned out, unable to suppress them any longer. I could no longer contain myself and the pleasure that was taking over my entire body. I was close. I fluttered my eyes closed and allowed Dylan to control me. My walls tightened, which caused Dylan to experience the same intense ecstasy I was at that time. I came. I felt myself release onto Dylan’s member. He pulled out and came too on my breasts.

I was breathless, as was Dylan and his body collapsed on mine. He removed the handcuffs from me before cuddling back into my chest. My hand played with his damp hair, twirling each lock around my fingers.
“You’re so fucking good.” He says, planting a kiss on my neck while breathing heavily.
“You too.” I panted out, still recovering.
“I love you, Princess.” His sweaty body lifted itself off me and he kissed me sweetly.
“I love you too, Daddy.” I grinned back.