the making of forget and not slow down

Sweet Tooth (M)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: ass play, oral (receiving), exhibitionism (?),  dom!kookie, SMUT.

Word Count: 2,980

Summary: You were bored. Stuck at home all night with nothing to do, so you decided to call up a friend and politely invite yourself over for a movie night, and you’d bring all the treats. Who could say no to that?


8:26pm

Me: hey, dipshit. What are you doing tonight?

8:28pm

Muscle Pig: ???? rude. Just watching movies at the dorm, the guys are out this evening.

8:28pm

Me: aw. Still can’t play with the big boys? Tell you what, why don’t I come over and keep you company?

8:29pm

Muscle Pig: Wow ok. You can come over if you’re bored. No need to pretend it’s for my sake. We both know you want to be alone with me >:)

8:29pm

Me: Ew, please. Anyway, I’ll be over in 15… and because I’M helping YOU out ok????

8:29pm

Muscle Pig: mmmmmmhmmmmm sure ok, got it *wink wink* whatever you say. See you soon.


You trudged down the hall to the boys’ dorm, arms carrying at least half a dozen bags filled with popcorn, candy, chips and every other snack necessary for a movie night. To be completely honest, you weren’t here for the overgrown man-child. You’ve been feeling frustrated as of late, the responsibilities of work and school weighing down on you and not giving you time to, well let off some steam.

It’s been about… six months? Yea, that seems about right.With no time to get into a relationship, a one night stand was seeming more and more tempting. You pushed your thoughts aside and set the bags down in front of the door. You entered the passcode and stepped inside the boys’ dorm.

“Kook! Where are you? Come help me!” You yelled from the entrance. You heard him pause whatever was playing, and soon he was standing, or rather, towering over you.

“Well, hello to you too.” he quipped, his signature smirk plastered on his face. He grabbed a few of the bags you brought and walked back into the dorm, leaving you by the door. You huffed as you removed your coat and shoes, picked the rest up, and followed him into the kitchen. “What did you buy? It’s just the two of us why did you bring the entire store?”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out a few sweets and popcorn, getting ready for your movie night. Once you had everything ready, you met Jungkook on the couch, and began watch the rest of the comedy he had on. Jungkook looked over at you, two bags of candy in your hands as you watched the movie. He chuckled at your behaviour, and reached over to the coffee table to grab a bag for himself.

“Wow noona, you really love candy huh?” he said as he watched you pour half a box of Skittles into your mouth. “I’m kind of glad you brought them though, I didn’t realize how much of a sweet tooth I had until you came over.”

You turned and gave him a small smile, though the one returned to you seemed to have hidden intentions. You pulled the small blanket up your body as you continued to watch, the chilly autumn weather now seeping in. Damn, why did I have to forget my heating blanket? You thought as you started shivering under Jungkook’s throw. The shorts and t-shirt you had on proving to be a bad idea. You then felt a hand around your wrist, pulling you with such force that you have no choice but to comply. You end up on Jungkook’s lap, hearing him mutter something about body heat and science.

The position you’re in isn’t the most comfortable, your legs ended up straddling one of his surprisingly large and firm thighs, but the heat was nice so you stayed. Besides, you kind of liked how his thigh felt, not that you would ever admit that out loud. Jungkook started complaining about not seeing properly, and moved you to the side, as you shifted yourself so he could see. The movement had you rubbing against his thigh in the best way, and before you could stop it, a breathy moan escaped your lips.

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Making out with… Johnny

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Anon: So excited for the making out with Johnny post it might kill but who cares

Anon: I really need making out with Johnny and yuta and hansol lmao I can’t wait for those

Anon: MAKING! OUT! WITH! JOHNNY! pls

Anon: Can you do a making out with johnny please :)

Anon: Hello! 😊 Could you do “making out with Johnny” too? Pleasee and thank you!! (I love your blog and your last making out with Taeyong bruhh i loved it sooo much ;-;; this boy will be the death of me i swear)

Hello! I hope you like this (not as good as the one i did for tae but like that is hard to beat anyway lol) 

Tell me what ya think aND IF IT HITS YOU IN THE FEELS AND MAKES YOU REALISE YOULL BE ALONE FOREVER
HE IS BOOTIFUL

Originally posted by taesyong


  • Mhmmm Johnny
  • What a guy - I’ve seriously been having so many dream about him
  • It was great
  • Okay anyway lmao
  • Johnny wouldn’t be afraid to make out with you anywhere
  • A N Y W H E R E 
  • Of course he’d keep it PG
  • So a lot of skinship and cuddles and shit
  • But if another member happened to be there, whilst you were making out, he really wouldn’t care 
  • He’d usually be the one initiating it but if you did it,
  • He literally loved it
  • As soon as you dominated the kiss, he’d moan into the kiss, not trying to be sexual but because he found it hot as fuck
  • Johnny liked to put both hands on your face
  • Not necessarily both cupping your cheeks
  • But like one holding your chin 
  • And the other playing with your hair
  • There’s not much reason behind it apart from the fact that he just did it as a habit
  • I think Johnny has the nicest lips out of the whole word NCT
  • I thought I’d just put that in there
  • But seriously, they look nice and soft and I think he’d be very experienced in this field
  • He’d know how to get a reaction out of you and what kind of things you liked
  • Puts his sole focus on you!!! 
  • He does this a lot anyway in the relationship
  • But he definitely makes sure he keeps it up when you’re making out
  • Uses his tongue A LOT
  • But he makes sure it’s not messy or disgusting or sloppy like a lot of people make the mistake of doing
  • He’ll slowly enter his tongue, but not shove it down lol
  • If you show a sign of discomfort or something, he’ll take it out again but most of the time you’re okay
  • His kisses are deep and slow, not rushed
  • He thinks it’s better that way
  • Rushed kisses don’t mean much to him but they might happen occasionally
  • Like if he’s jealous or you want a quick one because of time 
  • His kisses are super deep though and he’ll tilt his head a little in order to go a little deeper
  • The type to gasp for air
  • A lot
  • He sometimes forgets to breathe
  • So he pants a lot and will pull away looking at you breathing heavily, before going back in
  • He’ll smirk if you make a sound
  • Whether that’s a groan or moan or gasp 
  • Any sound is a good sign to him and he’ll do all he can to get one out of you
  • Prefers to have you sitting on something like a kitchen counter or chest of drawers as he stands between your legs
  • If you get really into it, you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you
  • Sometimes he’ll get a bit excited lol and involuntarily grind against you
  • You know how I said with Taeyong, only 20% of the time does making out lead to sex
  • Well with Johnny it’s the opposite
  • 20% it doesn’t end with sex
  • Just expect sex when you start okay lol
  • Might “accidentally” slip his fingers into your panties or pants lmao
  • He’s horny all the time okay I just think he has a high sex drive but anyway
  • Let’s save that for another day yes ?
  • Will sometimes let his hands rest on your hips
  • And he’ll calmly and softly rub circles on your skins
  • He’ll do it if you’ve had a stressful day and need relaxing
  • And it definitely helps you calm down
  • I don’t know what else to say now lol
  • Oh yeah!
  • Making out would be very regular like twice a day 
  • It’s typical for him to wake you up even more by kissing you a lot
  • And it’s also typical of him to kiss you before bed
  • It’s like your daily routine
  • Further into the relationship, and neither of you will be able to get up or sleep until you’ve had your daily make out session lol
  • I’ve basically based these off dreams #dontjudge
  • Johnny would just be a lovely boyfriend and kisser
  • He!!!is!!!such!!!good!!!boyfriend!!!material!!!
  • But I think y'all already knew that!

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BTS Reaction to Their Girlfriend Being Very Vocal in Bed

Warning I start cussing a lot because when it comes to BTS in these types of situations I literally just can’t. I just can’t.

Namjoon: He’ll absolutely love that she’s being vocal, her moans would be music to his ears. He almost forgets that her house is fairly close to the neighbors but does he care ofc not.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Taehyung: This boys will not stop what he’s doing, he’ll go even slower just to make her whine and beg and just auidhbfjn this boy is death is basically what I’m trying to say. Good luck with your sore throat for this next couple of days girlies!!

(OK FIRST OF ALL THIS GIF IS JUST SO FUCKIGN RUDE AND I WAS DROOLING FOR 20 MINUTES OVER THIS AND JUST BYE)

Originally posted by baebsaes

Hoseok: Instead of being like Tae and just slow down whatever the fuck he was doing. Hoseok would stop all together before she orgasms because you know why the fuck not? 

Originally posted by daeguboy

Jin: He wouldn’t even notice that she’s been moaning and screaming his name because he’s also very very vocal himself. But when he does stop and hear her it brings out this new desire in him and just she’s so lucky he’s willing to bring breakfast in bed.

Originally posted by eatjin

Jungkook: No lie I so see him recording her moans (with her consent of course) just so he can listen to them whenever he’s away on tour. (Because you know having phone/skype/or whatever technology sex isn’t always going to be an option due to time difference).

I’m still wrecked from that one guy that sounded like Jungkook when he moaned ok bye (totally irrelevant but I need this whole look back @ bighit)

Originally posted by minpuffs

Yoongi: Her moans would instantly make him more selfish and a bit rough. The sound of her panting his name after she reaches her high would only make him want more and more. 

Originally posted by sugaglos

Jimin: Jimin would be a mixture of Tae and Hoseok. At times he’ll tease her so she can become louder but then he’ll also want to make her beg to even make the slightest of sounds. Jimin is death 2.0

Originally posted by ounew

i’ve been feeling pretty down on my art lately, so i drew this to hopefully make myself– and anyone who’s also feeling talent-less– better.

don’t give up on what you love doing folks. just because we can’t see our talent at the moment doesn’t mean it’s not there. there’s a world of wonder and beauty in you, even if you’re still learning how to express it. i know i am. it’s a long and slow process, but it’s totally worth it. don’t forget to have fun along the way.

pidge believes in you, and so do i

Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 2

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 2

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: The Saviors return to Alexandria. But not for a collection though.

Warnings: NSFW!!! And this is a bit longer than most of my fics too, I think.

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Note: Y’all asked for it, so here’s part 2 of Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know. This one’s still dedicated to @babyblues915! I hope you guys enjoy reading! Thank you always for leaving lovely replies that keep me motivated. <3

It had only been three days since the Saviors’ last visit, three days since your sexual encounter with their charismatic leader and yet here they were again. As you watched them on the porch of your house, you noticed that only a single truck had pulled over and not a lot of Saviors were present as opposed to their usual numbers during collection. You watched Tara pull the main gate open and called for your father.

“What do they want now?” Rick uttered under his breath as he watched the Saviors step down from the truck.

You turned to your father, “We need to cooperate, dad.” You told him.

He was furious that you willingly accompanied Negan in the garage, alone, with no weapon to help you defend yourself. Last time Negan played pool, two people had died and Rick was somehow traumatized that history might repeat itself. Of course, no one died that day, except maybe for your dignity when you ended up having sex with Negan.

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I’m Yours, You’re Mine (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! I’m so sorry for posting this so late hahaha anyways I’ll be doing some of the prompts that some of you guys sent so if you want me to write some then please send it my way😊 In the meantime, enjoy!!

Request: Please do some Bucky Barnes smut where you get jealous on some girl talking to buck During one of Tony’s parties. He finds it cute and also mocks you a bit while you try to be mad at him. Later that night he throws you on his bed showing you that you’re his one and only. But you tell him you’re a virgin so he makes the night all about you and it’s all gentle and passionate? And after that he cuddles you close and won’t let you go ❤️☺️ Also from his POV if that’s ok with you.

Warnings: smut


You sipped on your drink as you laughed at a story Thor was telling. Glancing around the room, you watch the crowd. Some of them drinking at the bar you were now sitting at, some chattering and laughing with friends. It was one of Tony’s celebratory parties after all of you completed a rather tedious mission.

Your gaze rested on your boyfriend, sitting on the couch, talking. A smile made a way to your face as you realized how dashing he looked tonight, but the smile dropped and immediately turned to a frown as you saw that he was talking to a female agent. You weren’t one that gets jealous easily but she was obviously trying to suck up to him.

Hell, you were one to get jealous easily. You know you shouldn’t, you trust him but sometimes you couldn’t help it. You watched as the agent placed a hand on your boyfriend’s arm, you felt your eyes narrowed even more as you drank your drink.

Bucky felt an intense stare on his back, making him turn behind to see you glaring at him, well, mostly on the female agent beside him now. He felt a smirk tug on his lips as he turned back to face the agent, gently prying her hand away as he excused himself. He made his way to you but you didn’t seem to notice, you gaze still on the agent.

Bucky stood beside you for a while, Thor and Tony nodding to him, glancing at you with a smile before leaving. Bucky crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at you. “Wow, aren’t you a stunner tonight?”

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Baby, Goodnight

Member: Jackson of GOT7
Word Count: 1853 
Content: grinding, bathtub sex, subtle dom!Jackson themes?
Summary: Jackson loves to take care of her; it’s just what he does. And since she’s quite forgetful – or too stubborn – to take care of herself after long days, it works out in the end for both of them

A/N: for the “tell me who you ship me with and I’ll write a scenario based on the pair” thing. It just got so long that I figured I’d just post it on its own lol. this isn’t edited btw and it’s 3am rip. also, to you guys: @ivegot7scenarios, @the-porcelain-doll-xo, @kpopfanfictrash@kittae, @hallyuwriters, @softmarkbum, and @hypetae


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anonymous asked:

So...Can we please have a demisexual Maggie who's never been close enough to any of her girlfriends to develop sexual feelings for them but she's actually opening up with Alex and stuff and eventually realizes that she's actually reached that point for the first time in her life which leads to her and Alex sleeping together for the first time and it's all super emotional and shit. (My grandmother told me she wants me to see a therapist so I can "get over" being demi and I kinda need validation.)

She doesn’t panic when it’s just kissing.

Kissing is nice.

And kissing Alex Danvers is spectacular.

So she doesn’t panic when it’s just kissing.

She loves when it’s just kissing.

And Alex is aggressive in the way she starts things, the way she pulls Maggie into her body – at the bar, in her living room – and puts her lips on hers, but Alex always freezes, like she doesn’t quite know what to do next, like she’s on overload.

Like maybe, she’s like Maggie. Like maybe, she doesn’t know Maggie well enough yet to want to do anything more with her.

Anything more sexually, that is. Because god, does Maggie want to do everything else with Alex.

Late night pizza and Netflix, rainy morning yoga, kissing and cuddling until they fall asleep, shooting pool until Maggie finally can win, movies and books and science and the job.

Saving the world.

Together.

Maggie wants all of it, and apparently – to her perpetual disbelief, because how could someone so powerful, so gorgeous, want her? – Alex wants all that with her, too.

And it’s gradual.

It’s gradual, the way Maggie starts wanting different kinds of intimacy. With Alex.

Gradual, the way she realizes that she’s kissing her deeper, that her hands are slipping under Alex’s shirt, that Alex’s body is arching in response to her touch and her own body catches fire at the sound of Alex’s soft moans.

That she’s breathing her own moans into Alex’s parted lips.

And that’s when Maggie panics.

Because Alex is going to leave.

Maggie’s sure of it.

Because Alex has been teasing – a lot – about how inexperienced she is, about how much experience Maggie must have, how Maggie should feel free to give her kissing tips, touching tips, ladies-loving-ladies flash cards, whenever she wants.

But Alex has slept with men. Not that she loved it, or even liked it.

But Maggie? Maggie hasn’t slept with anyone.

She’s never… wanted to. She’s never felt close enough to anyone, never known someone enough to feel for someone else what she does to herself with her own hands, alone, when she needs to cum before falling asleep.

She’s never wanted to, not with anyone else, but with Alex?

God, with Alex, she’s starting to… to want everything.

But when Alex finds out? That Maggie’s just as inexperienced as Alex is, in some ways moreso, that she’ll probably be an emotional mess – not to mention a physical one – if they keep going in this direction, if they keep taking off each other’s shirts and touching each other over bras and panting at grinding their thighs between each other’s legs?

She’ll leave for sure.

Right? Because everyone leaves. Because Maggie drives everyone away.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, you alright? Did I hurt you?” Alex is asking, jolting her out of their kiss, her thoughts, her terrors, her fears. And, apparently, her shaking.

Alex’s eyes are wide, concerned, and Maggie knows, knows, that even though Alex is amazing, she’s going to think Maggie’s broken. Going to think Maggie needs to get over it. Going to think Maggie’s weird and unworthy and too much, and she should have her coming out affair with someone who can have sex with whomever, whenever.

“I want you,” Maggie chokes out in a whisper, and it’s the first time she’s ever said it to anyone, because getting herself off at night is one thing, but sleeping with another person is completely, completely another.

They’re the scariest three words she’s ever said, and Alex? Alex just smiles, strokes her hair, kisses her forehead.

“You have me,” she tells her, her voice at once a reassurance and a question.

Reassurance because she’s there, she’s there, she’s not going anywhere; a question because yes, yes, she wants her too, but why is that making her this scared?

“I want to have sex with you,” Maggie clarifies, tears in her eyes and her body on fire and her lungs barely working, and Alex’s breath hitches.

“Yeah? Good, because I um… I’ve been thinking about it. Wanting it. A lot. And I’ve been… researching a little, and I… I want to have sex with you, too. I… if you want. I mean, I know I’ve never done this with a woman, but – ”

“I’ve never done it at all.”

There’s silence and Maggie braces herself for goodbye, braces herself for laughter, braces herself for mockery and judgment and all the things that part of her brain, her heart – the parts that have let herself fall in love with Alex Danvers, the parts that have let herself want Alex Danvers – know Alex would never do. But she’s terrified, anyway.

Alex just cocks her head and squints and freezes slightly, but she blinks and she swallows and when she speaks, her voice is soft and her lips are twitching up into the same supportive smile Maggie wore when Alex stumbled her way out of the closet.

“God, you must think I’m such a jerk.”

Maggie blinks. If she was expecting any reaction, it wasn’t that. “What?”

“I’ve been teasing you this whole time about being so experienced, and I… I’m sorry, that must have made you so uncomfortable, I didn’t… I just assumed. I shouldn’t have. Maggie, I’m so sorry. But… can I ask you something?”

Maggie nods because something in her throat might be broken.

“Do you really want me, or do you just… are you just trying to give me something you think I want? And I mean I do. Want it. Want you. But only if you do.”

“No, I… I want… I want you. Alex. I… I’ve never… I don’t get attracted to people. Sexually. If I don’t… know them, if I don’t feel a certain way for them, I…”

She stammers off, because what kind of loser tells someone they love them before sleeping with them? How pathetic can she get?

But Alex’s eyes are light, are happiness, are reciprocal, and Alex’s touch is gentle, and Alex’s lips press against her own so slightly, so carefully, it’s like they’ve never kissed before but she wants to for the rest of her life.

“So you’re saying you like me? Enough to want me.”

“Danvers – ”

“Cause that works perfectly for me. Because I like you, too, Maggie Sawyer. Enough to want you.” Her eyes drag down Maggie’s body, slow and steady and hungry, but also… reverent, somehow. Maggie’s heart contorts into fireworks. “All of you.”

Maggie forgets what breathing is, and her heart’s never raced like this before, but Alex’s hands are warm and comforting on her cheeks, and god, does she want those hands all over her body.

“So take me. All of me.”

Alex grins like it’s Christmas morning – or maybe Chanukah, Maggie’s not sure what the equivalent would be, and makes a mental note to ask her later – and then all thought exhales out of Maggie’s body because Alex is up and Alex is tugging her up, too, and Alex is carrying her to bed, all the while kissing her, kissing her, kissing her like she’s oxygen, and she is, god, she is.

“Alex,” Maggie breathes as Alex lays her down, careful to put a pillow under her head, careful to not put all her weight on top of her, and Alex stops immediately, concern back in her eyes.

“Too much? I’m sorry, we can stop, or slow down, I’m sorry, I just… I’ve been wanting to do this,” she husks, her eyes again raking down Maggie’s body, like they did after she first kissed her in the bar, and the path of her eyes ignites heat in Maggie’s core that no one’s ever made her feel before and no, no, no, it’s not too fast.

Because it’s not fast enough.

“Kiss me,” she begs, and Alex grins again, and Alex complies, and Maggie shifts so her thigh is between Alex’s legs, and Alex tosses her head back and she moans and she looks down into Maggie’s eyes like she’s the entire universe, because she is.

“You are so beautiful,” she says, and one of her hands traces up Maggie’s shirt. “I want… I want to feel your skin. On mine.”

Maggie nods and Alex slips off her, shucking off her own shirt and watching as Maggie does the same, watching as Maggie arches her hips off the bed and tugs down her jeans as Alex kneels and mirrors the action.

“Wait,” Maggie asks as Alex reaches for her own bra clasp, eyes still on Maggie’s. “May I?”

“Yeah.” Alex voice is ragged and wrecked and Maggie imagines hers sounds about the same.

She gasps softly when Alex’s bra slips down her shoulders, and Alex bites her lip.

“Don’t be nervous, you… you’re perfect, Alex. You are so fucking gorgeous.”

“Can I?” is all Alex says in response, nodding at Maggie’s chest, and it’s Maggie’s turn to bite her own lip, because her heart is slamming so damn hard but she nods because yes, yes, yes, please.

Alex smirks when she unhooks Maggie’s bra in one try, and Maggie scowls but gives a laugh that turns into an excited gasp when Alex leans back down on top of her, both now wearing nothing but their underwear, Maggie in boxers, Alex in boyshorts.

The difference in the heat between their legs without their jeans; the difference between being shirtless and topless; the difference between being nearly naked and mostly clothed, makes both of them freeze, makes both of them stare, makes both of them shake.

“I love you,” Maggie breathes at the same moment that Alex says the same, and Alex drops her forehead to Maggie’s as they both giggle, as they both exhale in shaky relief, as tears prick both of their eyes.

“May I… I want to make love to you, Alex.”

“Yeah, same.”

“Good then.”

They have to stop every few moments, every few touches, to catch their breath. To avoid hyperventilating with excitement, with nerves, with new sensations, with overwhelming need. And each time they do, they kiss; each time they do, they stare into each other’s eyes; each time they do, they ask if the other needs to stop;  each time they do, they giggle slightly with relief, with shared nerves, shared excitement, shared exhilaration; each time they do, they press their foreheads together and breathe. Just breathe.

When their need to have skin on skin outweighs their fears, outweighs their nerves, so that they’re completely naked, Alex freezes, and Maggie freezes, and Alex holds most of her weight up on her left arm while interlacing her right hand through Maggie’s fingers.

“All good?”

“This feels perfect. You?”

“I want you so bad.”

“So do something about it instead of talking about it, Danvers.”

They both giggle at that, but Alex swallows their soft laughter in the ferocity of her next kiss, her eagerness to live up to Maggie’s teasing challenge.

Her teeth graze Maggie’s throat, her tongue traces her collarbone, her lips claim one of her nipples. Maggie screams and Alex pauses, and a tear streams down Maggie’s cheek and Alex crawls up to kiss it, to kiss her, before Maggie shakes her head and pushes her head back down.

“Please don’t get all soft on me now, Danvers,” she teases, and Alex grins wickedly instead of pointing out that Maggie’s crying – it would be a useless argument, because she’s got tears in her own eyes, too – and she occupies herself again with Maggie’s breasts, knowing that yep, yep, yep, she’s definitely gay, and she’s definitely gone completely soft on this woman.

She slips one of her thighs between Maggie’s legs tentatively, and when Maggie lets out a gasp that’s more of a scream, she freezes again, but Maggie just raises one of her own legs so Alex has pressure between hers, too. And it’s Alex’s turn to gasp, to scream, and they keep their eyes locked as Maggie arches her hips up, as Alex arches her hips down, each riding the other’s thigh slow, soft, frictionless.

Frictionless, because, “Damn Danvers, you’re so wet,” and “Never for anyone but you, Sawyer,” and “Same, Alex. Same.”

They arch their hips harder, faster, both of Alex’s hands now holding Maggie’s down against the mattress, fingers interlaced, Maggie nodding constantly to let Alex know yes, yes, yes, and when the muscles in Alex’s back tense with her orgasm, she screams Maggie’s name and her eyes squeeze shut and that image, that sound, that feeling of how wet Alex is all over Maggie’s thigh, that feeling of Alex’s body hot and sweating and firm on top of her, of Alex’s leg between hers, giving her all the pressure in all the right places, sends Maggie over her own edge, with Alex’s name on her own lips, but softly, softly, softly, sending up a perfect harmony with Alex’s louder screams.

“Maggie,” Alex whispers as they both come back down, as she untangles their fingers and lifts her body to make sure she doesn’t collapse her entire weight onto Maggie’s, resting her forehead on Maggie’s collarbone, breathing, breathing, breathing.

“Was that okay?” she asks, and it’s tears, not just sweat, on Maggie’s face.

And, she realizes with a start, on her own, too.

“More than okay, Danvers. You?”

“Yeah. Definitely yeah. Uh… was that something you’d… wanna do again?”

“With you, Alex? Definitely yeah.”

6

kids + water + camera gets a taste of suho’s wrath

Writing Tips

OKAY SO I wanted to make a few tips for writers out there just because I felt like it would be a good idea and a lot of these are what people have told me that improved my writing. So let go. 

  1. OKAY SO 1st of all, you need to shut everything out tbh??? Lol that sounded weird BUT what I’m saying is if you write something and think it sounds too much like something else someone else has written just stop thinking about that AND CONTINUE!! I mean, sure it may be the same ideas BUT DIFFERENT PEOPLE WRITE DIFFERENT THINGS. Like you’ve seen Coffee Shop AUs, right? They’re all pretty much the same, but EVERYONE WRITES THEM DIFFERENTLY. I bet you if you gave three people an outline of a fic and told them to write it, it would all come out as completely different fanfictions/writings. Some people may choose to center it around a kiss and build up to that point and some people may not feel the need to explain that, so they emphasise the dialogue and how the characters interact. So when you write something, then realize that it sounds a lot like a book you read or a fic you’ve read, then don’t worry about it because chances are it’s a completely new thing entirely
  2. Okay so I really shouldn’t have a say in this because I am awful at it and don’t do it much BUT DON’T BE AFRAID TO EDIT. Usually when you first write something its more about just getting the words on a page than making a final piece. Also, complete rewrites sometimes help. I have finished a novel, and I wanted to edit, but I found it was easier to have it off to the side and open a new document and rewrite it that way. This is probably confusing but ye
  3. KEEP A NOTEBOOK ON YOU AT ALL TIMES. Sure, its a lot easier to use your phone and you can write things on it, but if you’re like me as you get towards the end of the day your phone kinda starts to reach the end of it’s life. So having a notebook kinda helps when you get an idea and NEED to write it
  4. Continuing with that, if you’re stuck on a certain part of a story, sometimes a change of materials helps. A lot of the time I was typing something on the computer and I got stuck and closed the computer. Then I take out a notebook and BOOM I write a million words a minute. So its good to keep your fanfics and stories on Google Docs or something like that so you can type on your phone and on the computer. Then you can switch between those three things if you need to 
  5. Okay so this is something that I need to start doing and a lot of amazing people on here have suggested it (*cough* *cough* @dwarf-scum) but try setting up certain times to write. It will help train your mind to focus on that during those times
  6. Close tumblr when you write. I have a hard time doing this, but when you turn off all notifications and close the tab, it really focuses your mind
  7. Despite what people might say, FANFICTION IS GREAT!! It is great practice despite what people say. It’s helped me expand my writing abilities and gave me experience with different genres that I wouldn’t normally write about. It also helped me find my strengths and weaknesses, which is a good thing to know.
  8. OKAY THE BEST ADVICE I HAVE EVER RECEIVED IN MY 14 YEARS OF EXISTENCE IS details. I can tell you, this advice was what changed my writing completely. A lot of us write something and get so caught up in the moment that we forget to slow things down and give readers a clear picture. Take your time to explain the scenery or the emotions swirling through a character as they prepare to go onstage for a play. Take your time with it not everything has to be one thing after another. For example, you could say, “She ran through the abandoned corridor of the school into her classroom.” Or you could say “She ran through the abandoned corridor, the pale blue lockers seeming to make it stretch forever and ever as her feet slapped against the white tiles, her flats flapping with each footfall. Her heart racing, she reached the door of her classroom, sweat trickling down her neck as her hair came loose of it’s neat pony-tail.” As you can see, both of these are very different and the second one helps you better picture the scene. 
  9. Lol this is literally something I learned in fifth grade but SHOW NOT TELL. THis is literally so helpful when writing and kinda goes along with what I said before. Basically don’t just say “she was angry” explain how she was angry. What kind of things might she do in order to seem angry? Would she slam things? Stomp? Would her face be red with a frown? EXPLAIN IT!

lol so those are 9 tips and I could /possibly/ add more if I think of some. But I think the most valuable ones are the last two because that’s how you pull readers in. Hope you enjoy!!!!

Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)

MC Falls Asleep

MC is tired and falls asleep on the RFA + V and Saeran, I hope you like and sorry for being gone.

Zen

  • You guys were in a park, walking around and looking at all the animals that were just coming out of their hideouts and hibernation.
  • It was so cute, but Zen was staring more at you than the little squirrels and robins
  • Eventually you find your way to a park bench to watch the ducks coming back
  • The sound of the water fountain, the ducks splashing around and looking for food, it’s all so calming
  • And Zen’s shoulder is so soft…and warm….and…..
  • Boom asleep!
  • Zen of course notices almost immediately
  • Unfortunately it’s a good three block walk to the apartment
  • Fortunately  there aren’t a lot of people there
  • Zen strokes your hair a bit, and eventually kisses you on the forehead
  • You wake up in his arms, and smile brightly at him
  • He feels his heart swell
  • You being here with him, smiling at him in that special way and looking only at him when he doesn’t even feel like he deserves it
  • He gives you a huge hug, and begin to walk home for another round of cuddling

Yoosung

  • Okay, he just stopped
  • You were adamant on staying up late while he was playing LOLOL
  • Snuggling up next to him
  • He was fighting a major boss with his team, and honestly didn’t notice you nodding off
  • Eventually your head hit the middle of his chest, and to the tune of his heartbeat you fell asleep
  • He finally gave up the game at about two o’clock in the morning
  • And he felt so lucky
  • You were there, you trusted him enough to fall asleep on him, to allow him to see you when you’re your most calm and peaceful
  • He wants to cry
  • Instead he scoops you up, pressing you against his chest, and take you to the bedroom, happy to be you knight in shining armor for once
  • Even if you are asleep T_T

Jaehee

  • You guys decide to go to a late night movie
  • After much debating you guys decided to allow your inner child to win and agree on Moana
  • It’s around 23 PM so you are dead tired
  • You try to stay awake, you were so excited to go see this
  • But about halfway through, at a soft point in the movie, you accept defeat and drift off to sleep
  • Unfortunately you flop right onto Jaehee’s lap
  • There’s no way she doesn’t notice
  • She tries to continue watching the movie, so she can tell you what happens
  • But eventually her attention wanders from Moana, as much as it’s a great movie, to the person asleep on her lap
  • Strokes your hair, kisses your face softly
  • Even if movie night didn’t go as planned it was still good for both of you

Jumin

  • You guys were going to a party and boy was it long!
  • You were fighting sleep through the social interactions you had to participate in
  • It was a long and hard battle
  • You eventually down a cup of coffee with a high sugar quantity
  • And proceed to fight the coffee buzz that you now also have to regulate
  • Eventually you give up and hang around in the corner, mumbling random things in the haze of coffee and fatigue
  • Eventually Jumin gets the idea of how tired you are and asks if you want to go home, it’s almost done anyway
  • You happily agree and he says goodbye to a few friends before you guys get into the car and go back home
  • On the way in the car you mumble more random things, leaning against the frame of the car
  • “Jumin, I, I love you, I’m tired…. Elly… so cute.”
  • He just kinda snorts, smiling at you softly
  • You managed to get out the car and into the apartment
  • But while Jumin’s petting Elizabeth you slump onto his shoulder
  • You’re just kinda dead by now
  • And unfortunately you’re in a really awkward position and Jumin can’t move with Elizabeth on his lap
  • So he just falls asleep there
  • Probably a bit grumbly in the morning, but he doesn’t really mind that much
  • But the crick in his back is killing him, so he goes to take a bath
  • And when he’s done there’s cat-shaped pancakes waiting for him!

Saeyoung

  • You guys were binge watching old movies
  • Who knew Saeyoung was obsessed with old American 50s films like “Singing in the Rain”?
  • It the scene right after Gene Kelly dances around in the rain, almost getting in trouble with the police
  • And the sound of rain in the tv, the humming of the song
  • It’s the perfect setting to take a nap
  • You’re pressed against Saeyoung’s chest, and the steady heartbeat in his chest is relaxing
  • You’re happy for the constant company of him, and the way you two are so trusting in each other
  • You keep thinking these thoughts of happiness and contentment, and slowly nod off to the troubles of Debbie Reynolds and Jean Hagen
  • Saeyoung was focused on the movie, but when he feels your breathing slow down he looks down and sees you smiling softly, in a shallow sleep
  • He knows that it’ll be easy to wake you up, so he puts the volume down a bit lower, and strokes your hair
  • The movie eventually ends, and he turns off the television, and carries you two bed
  • It was a peaceful night

V

  • He ended up having the surgery
  • And you were staying up all night waiting for him
  • He returned to the hospital room he was going to stay in for at least 24 hours after, and you were still waiting there, fighting sleep
  • You smile softly, his eyes are bandaged as part of the treatment, so you help lead him to the bed and lay down
  • You talk softly about a bunch of different things, about nature, and skies, and stories that you make up in your head
  • But slowly your voice slows down and you begin to forget your stories
  • Eventually you nod off on his lap
  • He feels the sudden weight and hears the flop of the bedsheets
  • Smiles happily and strokes your hair slightly
  • Is excited to regain sight so he can see your peaceful face
Saeran
  • It took you two forever and a million years to have any sort of intimacy
  • When you guys slept in the same bed it was back to back, opposite side of bed
  • So when he asks to go out for ice cream with you and then go see some animals at a shelter you want to scream with happiness
  • It’s an amazing date, and seeing Saeran smile over ice cream, and sww over animals happily your heart just melts
  • He also holds your hand and arm throughout the whole things which makes you want to cry
  • But fatigue catches up to you, and you almost fall asleep in the middle of a bunch of wriggling puppies
  • But you keep up your spirits, because it’s definitely worth it
  • The date ends up being longer than planned, because when you get to your apartment Saeran remembers that he wants to watch some Game of Thrones so you watch about five episodes
  • You go to get some food for you both that’s not ice cream
  • It ends up being some chicken and soup
  • He’s wrapped up like a burrito and doesn’t want to get out
  • “Saeran I swear to god you have to eat something!!”
  • “No, I’m comfy!”
  • “Then, then, I-I’LL FEED YOU IF I HAVE TO, EAT SOMETHING!!!!”
  • He gets really red in the face, but refuses
  • After some bickering you get too tired
  • You put the food on the counter and sit down next to him again, defeated
  • Listening to Game of Thrones, leaning on a fuzzy blanket person, you feel yourself drifting off
  • Eventually you fall asleep
  • Saeran notices, and he immediately blushes heavily
  • But slowly wriggles his way out of his blanket fortress to carry you to bed
  • For the first time he sleeps holding onto you
  • It was a great day

Hope you like!! I have a request I’m working on, but I wanted to post this before I forgot about it!! I’ll have the request posted either in a few hours, or tomorrow, I promise!

So if you were the one who submitted it don’t despair I got it!!

Lauren isn’t expecting much from her twenty second birthday. All the important milestones had already passed, all of them leaving her empty handed. No Hogwarts letter had arrived on her eleventh birthday, no mermaid tail had appeared on her thirteenth. The enormously prophetic sixteenth year – the year famously known for having destinies foretold, for being kidnapped by gods, for falling into a ridiculous love triangle – had come and gone with nothing of note. The most magical part of her twenty first birthday had been that’d she’d manage to consume that amount of alcohol without dying

No grand epics begin on the day of someone’s twenty second birthday.

This is because of those unlucky enough to be chosen at this tender age – most don’t ever make it back.

Dead men tell no tales, after all.

~

(Dead women do. The bones and bubbling corpses of hundreds of daring, unfortunate women are screaming warnings and fury at the next girl to join their ranks of the lost and forgotten.

But no one listens to a woman’s screaming.

No one will listen to your screaming either.

Sorry, dear. )

~

She wakes up and goes to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

This is a hasty decision, of course, although she does not know it at the time.

This may be her last morning. If she’d known, maybe she would have savored it. Snuggled into her warm sheets, pressed her face into the softness of her pillow, pulled the comforter about her bare shoulders, the most instinctual and simple of comforts.

But then again. Maybe not.

There is also an instinctual, twisted pleasure in ripping off the bandaid.

Keep reading

Unworthy - Part 2 - NewtXReader

Read part 1 again before reading part 2 so it makes sense :)

PART 1: here

Info: Coming to the realisation that you weren’t good enough anymore for Newt, you head back to the lonely apartment, were another confrontation takes place..

If you enjoy this please like and reblog, why not check out my masterlist or send in some requests? xx

Masterlist: here

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“I-I..” newt nervously stuttered, completely unsure of what he was supposed to say. A deep blush hid his freckles, as his eyes grew wide with wonder and his full lips parted in shock. Newt anxiously hovered, time coming to standstill between the two of you. Fear that he had just misheard what you said prevented him from speaking. What if he simply imagined it?

Caught in the heat of the moment you had had finally confessed, worry washing over you as you waited for his reaction. The deadly silence hung in the air until from the corner of your eye a curvy figure approached behind Newt. Confidence radiating every step she took. Just as glamorous as before, before you stood the woman who had been attempting to flirt with Newt all night. Feeling more self conscious than ever, you shrunk back slightly, intimidated by her looks. Upon noticing your presence she shot daggers with her eyes at you, giving you clear signals to leave.

“Newt, are you not coming back inside?You’ll get a cold out here hun ” she seductively purred in his ear, her arm attempting to slither around his.

Newt froze to her touch, although his attention solely on you. He looked completely lost for words, an absolute nervous wreck. How he longed to tell you that he felt the same, but the words wouldn’t form.

You however felt the fool. Here you just blurted out the feelings you’ve felt for Newt, all while he’s in the arms of another woman?

You knew when you weren’t wanted..

Picking yourself off the ground you dashed towards the streets, completely ignoring Newt’s protests. A proud smirk hung on the glamorous woman’s face in victory, now she had him all to herself.

Newt however ripped himself from her death grip, attempting to follow you, but it was too late. Unfortunately you weren’t as simple to track as one of his beasts, no clues left of your sense of direction. You were already gone.

“Bugger”, Newt mumbled under his breath, as he helplessly thought were you had disappeared to.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach you made your way down the empty street, not daring to glance back for fear of being confronted. Upon arriving at your apartment you dashed into the room completely forgetting to lock the door again. You couldn’t care less, the embarrassment consuming you.

The only relief you got was the satisfaction of removing the painful heels that had been cutting you all night. Although you detested them, you wanted to make a special effort to look beautiful for Newt. Guess that didn’t matter anymore..

Changed into cosy pyjamas, with a mug of warm coco, you sat on the large window frame. Huddled in a heap of cotton blankets staring into the night sky, you willed yourself to forget.

In that moment, the flash of calmness protected you from the pain. Regret washed over like the long slow waves on a shallow beach, each ripple icy cold and sending shivers down your spine. How you longed to go back and take a different path, but now that was impossible. There was no way back, you let your feelings slip. There was no way to make it right.

Staring into the darkness of the night, you softly cried. In the distance you heard light footsteps approaching closer. Lifting your tear filled eyes, your blurry gaze meets the frame of a timid looking Newt, who is completely avoiding eye contact.

“I figured I’d find you here. You always make yourself coco when your upset…” Newt playfully whispered though you saw through his empty smile, his attempt at lightening the mood failing miserably.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Newt forget I even said a word tonight”

Newt remained silent for a period of time, before steadily making his way to the window sill where you lay. He sat down on the other side of the window, however your eyes were trained on the night sky, praying you could just be left alone.

“Did you really mean everything you said tonight” Newt’s tone changed this time sounding more broken.

“Yes” you simply replied, longing to avoid going into detail.

“Even the part-”, Newt shyly avoided being specific.

“Everything” you cut him off.

“What about the ‘not having enough time part’?” He shyly questioned.

Silence.

“So it’s true….” Newt sadly mumbled under his breath. Guilt washed over his features at the acceptance of his flaws. Over the past few weeks he could barely recall a time he had spent with you, that had nothing to do with the publishing of the book. He’d been selfish with your time.

“I only exsist when you need something Newt…what happened to everything we said we’d do together? As soon as that book became finished, so did the adventure” you truthfully confessed, “Is it even about the creatures in your case anymore?” Your whispered softly. Newt had made you feel unworthy of him anymore, as though his success had made you of less value. That a bond you had once deemed unbreakable was simply a thing of the past.

Newt turned to face you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. Anger flustered across Newt’s face, an expression which was a very uncommon sight to see, “how- how could you even ask that? Writing this journal had nothing to do with fame and deep down you know that. You and my creatures are my top priorities in my life”.

“Newt there’s other girls out there.. ones as beautiful as the ones you saw at the party” You softly whispered, feelings of heartbreak coming to the surface, as you came to the realisation you weren’t good enough anymore. Too sad to cry out or wail, you just sat there as still as a statue.

“You make a valid point. In fact there’s 7 billion people in the world Y/N….yet your the only one who matters”. Newt directly locked his eyes with you, something he’d normally be to shy to do. Reflected in his pupils you saw that every word was the truth, looking at you like you were the only person he could see. A small lob-sided grin crept on his lips as his face held a sincere look to it.

“I’m sorry I-I know-w that I’ve been a bit of a mess since the p-publishing of the book and a mess is the last thing you need right now… but this mess in love with you".

Moving closer towards you his large but gentle hand, softly caressed your face, wiping the last tear away. Your eyes widened slightly as Newt rested his forehead lightly against your own, his auburn mop of curls blocking your view slightly and his shaky warm breath against your skin . Leaning closer he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips feeling a sense of fufillment. Although his touch wasn’t fiery, it made you feel safe and protected, reminding you of home. Curling up in his musclar arms, both of you peacefully observed the outside world through the window. The pitter patter of rain sounding from the roof.

It was then you decided that you were worthy of Newt. That you were worthy for each other and success couldn’t change that.

The fame that came from his book hadn’t changed Newt, it just amplified who he really was.

Just a man who was hopelessly in love with you.

Originally posted by bohemianromance123

2

Requested by anonymous


“You’re an idiot,” Rachel commented from her place in the doorway.

“What’s new?” you responded, your throat raw from disuse.

Rachel snorted and you cracked a smile.

“What happened?”

“You, like the dumbass you are, threw yourself in front of the chimera to save Percy. If you weren’t a child of Hephaestus you would be dead right now.”

“Why am I here then?”

“You overheated, passed out, and nearly died from a fever. Again: dumbass.”

“Love you too,” you deadpanned, leaning back into the pile of pillows propping you up.

Rachel laughed and you remembered why she was your best friend aside from Percy. God that was really stupid of you, but the three of you had been surprised by the Chimera that no one had any time to react properly.

“I’m assuming Percy wants to come berate me as well.”

Rachel smirked. That couldn’t mean anything good. If Rachel was smirking that means she knew something you didn’t, though that was fairly common all things considered.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

“Rachel! Is she awake?” Percy called from somewhere outside the room.

“Yes and she’s dying to see you.”

“Rachel!” you hissed.

It’s no secret to Rachel, or anyone really, that you had had a crush on Percy for some time now, but so did plenty of girls and guys in Camp Half-Blood.

“That’s not funny, Rachel. Death jokes are not allowed right now!” Percy yelled back.

Rachel’s smirk grew and you considered pretending to be dead to get away from the embarrassment of explaining why you jumped in front of the Chimera’s flame.

“(Y/N)?” Percy asked, looking haggard, but relieved from his position behind Rachel.

“I’m going to leave the two of you alone now.”

You sighed, dropping your head back so wouldn’t have to meet his gaze.

“How are you feeling?”

“Lightly toasted.”

Percy snorted and you failed to hold back a grin.

“You could have died, (Y/N).” And wow wasn’t that a sobering thought.

“Not really. I’m no cyclops, but the Chimera flames aren’t as hot as you think.”

“You overheated. You were literally on fire for a couple hours. I couldn’t even put the fire out!”

“Percy it’s alright. You would have died if I hadn’t done something.”

Percy clenched his fists and he wondered how he could make you understand without giving away the truth for why he was so concerned.

“Look. There were a lot of reasons for doing it. Don’t worry about it.”

“What? What do you mean ‘a lot of reasons’?”

You felt a blush rising on your cheeks and you tried to hide it. This was not the time to tell Percy how you felt, as if there was ever a good time for that.

“(Y/N)?”

You picked your head up and looked Percy in the eye.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“(Y/N)? I really don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.”

“I care about you. I don’t want to see you die. I love you. You’re my best friend,” you said it all in a rush, surprised by your boldness.

Percy’s eyes were wide and you knew you hadn’t gotten away with the confession.

“Look don’t worry about it. I know you don’t feel the same and I don’t really know why I mentioned it in the first place. You don’t a have to say anything, just forget about it,” you begged, sitting up in bed and wincing at the sudden dizziness and throbbing that assaulted you.

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down there,” Percy coached, somehow at your side and guiding you back down to a less stressful and more comfortable position.

“Percy…” you mumbled, staring up at the ceiling and trying to hide your embarrassment once more.

“(Y/N) look at me,” Percy chided.

You shook your head petulantly. Percy chuckled and gently took your chin in his hand making your eyes meet his.

“I love you, too.”

Prompt #1

 This took way longer than it should have done… Anyway, this is for the two anons who both sent in similar requests!

Warning: smut, rated M

Hello,angel! I just want to give you a Malec prompt because I really like the way you write them. :) So basically Alec hears Magnus speak/sing something in Spanish and is angry and grumpy because he’s probably the only one who doesn’t understand and can’t talk this language (Izzy& Simon are like perf, Clary and Jace have the basics) . When he tells Magnus, the warlock decides to teach him, but in more intimate and erotic way, while they are in the bedroom. 


“Alec, are you okay?” Magnus asked, suddenly interrupting the previous fifteen minutes of complete silence.

They were sitting on opposite sides of the bed, the mattress between them  cold and the air between them still. Which was fine. Magnus of all people knew that everyone needed some quiet-time every now and again. He was spending this particular quiet-time reading his battered copy of Wuthering Heights for the nth time. Alec, however, did nothing except stare down at his fingers which must have been absolutely fascinating as they fiddled with the frayed hem of his baggy t-shirt.

Nonchalantly, Alec turned his head and said, “Yeah, I’m fine,” his eyes directed at Magnus but not looking directly at Magnus.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Alec nodded and shrugged. At the same time.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Magnus deadpanned.

With an arduous sigh, Alec said, “I’m fine. Really.”

After folding down the top of the page carefully, Magnus snapped the book shut and placed it on the bed-side table, then turned back to Alec. “You haven’t exactly been talkative this evening,” he stated. “Not that you’re usually particularly talkative… Let me paraphrase that: you haven’t exactly been more talkative than the less than talkative but sometimes pretty talkative that you usually are.”

Alec snorted and, despite trying as hard as possible to keep his expression stony, a tiny smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Mission accomplished, Magnus thought, feeling very pleased with himself.

“Really. It’s nothing, Magnus,” Alec eventually said.

“Well it’s your loss,” the warlock said, still not entirely convinced.

And then the silence returned.

“Did I do something?” Magnus asked.

“No,” Alec said in the most unconvincing way possible.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Magnus informed him. “And don’t think that I don’t recognise the silent treatment when I’m given it.”

“How am I giving you the silent treatment?” Alec exclaimed, a hint of uneasy indignation in his voice. “I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

“Alexander.”

“What?”

“You know what.”

“I actually don’t.”

The warlock rolled his eyes to the ceiling and sent a quick prayer to any deity who may be listening. “Alexander,” he sang.

“Magnus,” he sang in reply.

“Don’t make me come over there,” Magnus warned.

“I’m not-”

Too late. Magnus was already crawling towards Alec and before the Shadowhunter could react, he was straddling Alec’s legs. “Come on. Talk to Aunty Maggie.”

Alec grimaced.

Magnus huffed. “At least give me a clue as to what’s wrong.”

All he got was a slow, displeased blink.

Magnus narrowed his eyes and considered leaving the grumpy Shadowhunter to stew in his own petulance, when a thought suddenly hit him.

Magnus gasped comically, a grin spreading across his face. “I know what it is!”

Alec gave him a sheepish glare.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that Alexander.”

Alec folded his arms across his chest defensively and glared at the duvet beside him. “S'not my fault,” he grumbled.

“Not your fault… what?”

“That I can’t speak Spanish.”

Magnus’ grin dropped from his face. “What?”

Alec’s head snapped up as he realised his mistake. “I thought you said…” At Magnus’ confused expression, he then said, “Wait. Why did you think that…?”

“I thought you were angry because I shrank one of your sweaters when I tried to do the laundry manually!” Magnus exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch as he spoke.

Alec frowned. “You did the laundry manually?”

“Yeah. Whatever. But what do you mean, you can’t speak Spanish?” Magnus asked, completely ignoring that last comment. “Why are you upset because you can’t speak Spanish?”

“You don’t remember, do you.”

“Remember what?…” Magnus asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

Alec bowed his head as he tried to hide the embarrassed blush that tinged his cheeks and he worriedly chewed his bottom lip.

Magnus was still straddling Alec’s legs as he sat in thought. He wracked his brain for something- anything. He’d tried to run through all the events of the day in his head, remembering what he did first thing in the morning, and then at midday, and then-

Oh.

Alec seemed to pick up on Magnus’ realisation, as he then said, “I know it’s not a big deal and I know you didn’t say anything bad, but Izzy and Simon understood you, and so did Clary and Jace and I–” He took in a deep breath. “I just want to know what you said.”

“You could have asked-”

“I did,” Alec said quickly. “But you… I don’t think you heard me at the time. And you had clients in the afternoon, so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Not knowing how to respond to that, Magnus found himself yet again speechless because of Alec, who seemed so insecure and uncomfortable as he confessed what had been on his mind. This was a shadowhunter who was insecure about not being able to speak Spanish. Most shadowhunters, Magnus knew, would never find it in themselves to care about something as mundane as that. But Alec wasn’t most shadowhunters, and although Magnus already knew this, he still found himself surprised at some of the smallest things that Alec would do.

So Magnus leaned in and kissed him. The contact was slow and gentle, but deliberate. It was clear that Alec hadn’t been expecting it, but he eventually relaxed into the familiar contact and brought his warm hands up to the back of Magnus’ neck and rested them there as if the touch reassured him.

When Magnus pulled away slightly, Alec softly asked, a smile in his voice, “What was that for?”

“For being you,” Magnus answered easily.

With a light snort, Alec told Magnus, “You know, I still want to know what you said earlier.”

Magnus paused, in thought.

“It wasn’t anything bad, was it?” Alec suddenly said, worry creeping into his voice.

“No! No, of course not!” Magnus exclaimed.

“Then why…”

Magnus smirked, and then he was kissing Alec again, slow and teasing. The shadowhunter couldn’t resist at first, but when he seemed to gather his senses, he pushed against Magnus’ chest and pulled away. “Seriously, Magnus, I want to know what you said!”

“All in good time, my dear,” the warlock teased, taking Alec’s wrists and slowly moving them apart as he moved forwards and pressed his entire body against Alec’s so that he couldn’t escape. He nipped and kissed his way down the side of Alec’s neck, following the large, inky-black pattern of the deflect rune and ignoring Alec’s continued complaints as he did so.

As he reached the collar of the shirt, he released Alec’s wrists to snap away the inconvenience, causing Alec to squirm beneath Magnus as goosebumps broke out over his tattooed torso. Before Alec could push him off, the warlock snaked his magic around his wrists to keep him in place.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Alec cried indignantly, pushing against the force holding him down but to no avail.

“Did I ever mention being fair?” Magnus drawled. “I think not.”

And then he snapped away the last of the material between them: his own dressing-gown and Alec’s boxers. Alec blushed heavily as he lay completely bare beneath Magnus, who was equally naked. Even though Magnus had seen him naked many times before, the shadowhunter’s pulse would always increase nervously as his clothes were removed.

Magnus then proceeded to make sure Alec was as unselfconscious as possible. He pressed his lips in an open-mouthed kiss to every rune and scar that painted Alec’s chest and stomach, tracing the lines with the tips of his fingers as he went. Alec had ceased straining against the magic that bound his wrists, instead yielding completely to Magnus’ power and relaxed slightly.

When Magnus reached Alec’s throbbing erection, he didn’t dive in straight away. First, he kissed and licked at Alec’s hipbones, well aware o another particular part of his body that would like the same attention.

When his lingered at Alec’s hips for a few seconds longer than necessary, Alec stirred. “Magnus,” he said, his voice throaty and deep. “Magnus, please…”

The warlock cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, Alexander my darling? What is it?”

“You know damn well what it is,” Alec growled.

“I’m afraid I do not understand,” Magnus said nonchalantly. “You’re going to have to explain it to me.”

Alec merely grunted in response, the sound a mixture of a sulky huff and a pained whine.

“Use your words, Alec dear-”

“Okay okay!” the shadowhunter nearly yelled. “Please, Magnus. Touch me, suck me- anything!”

A second later, Alec’s entire erection was engulfed by Magnus’ mouth. Alec let out a choked cry, arching his back off the bed before he could stop himself as he felt the back of Magnus’ throat. Magnus held him like that for a few moments, swallowing around Alec’s pulsing erection, and then pulled off, only to go back down again, causing the Shadowhunter’s entire body to shudder. With his free hands, he gripped the base of Alec’s cock and kneaded his heavy balls, eliciting even more moans from him.

“You do realise,” Alec said shakily as Magnus continued to bob his head, slowly and without rhythm, up and down Alec’s cock. “Th-that I still want to know what you said earlier… This isn’t going to make me forget.”

Magnus pulled off and said, “I’m not telling you what I said. I’m showing you,” before returning his attention to Alec’s straining erection.

“M-Magnus,” he stammered after a couple more minutes of the torturously slow friction. “I’m gonna… I’m going to…”

Magnus pulled off with a smirk. “So soon, darling?”

Alec flushed a darker shade of red and looked away. “Shut up,” he mumbled.

“I thought you wanted to know what I said…” Magnus said with a teasing tone.

“I thought you were in the process of showing me,” Alec shot back cleverly. “Or whatever that’s supposed to mean- By the Angel!” he exclaimed as Magnus swallowed him once more, only this time Magnus set off at a pace designed to make his boyfriend come as quickly as possible. Which he did.

Not even thirty seconds later, Alec came down Magnus’ throat with a throaty whimper which he would have smothered with his hands if his arms weren’t pinned down by Magnus’ magic.

Once Alec’s body had relaxed and stopped quivering with the after-shocks of his climax, Magnus released his softening cock and shuffled up the bed to lie beside his boyfriend. His own erection was still very much hard and throbbing, but it could wait.

“So?” he asked. “Any thoughts on what it was that I said?”

Alec’s eyes were closed and he was still catching his breath when he sleepily said, “I dunno… Something to do with blow-jobs?”

Magnus chuckled. “Nope.”

“Ugh, why won’t you just tell me?” Alec whined.

“Nope.”

Alec pursed his lips. “Then at least let me finish you off,” he said with a glance down to Magnus’ cock.

“That does sound nice… But still nope.”

Alec sighed. “Fine then. Have it your way.”

A couple of seconds of silence.

“Magnus. Just tell me.”

“Okay then…” He pressed a deep, tongue-less kiss to Alec’s lips, and said, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“What?!” the shadowhunter exclaimed. “Why tomorrow?!”

“Well,” he said, feigning deep-thought. “It depends.”

“On what?” Alec growled, narrowing his eyes.

Magnus grinned. “On whether that stamina rune of yours can get you up for a round two.”

Caught : Conor Maynard Smut

requested:

(I changed it up a lil bit srry)


You and your boyfriend Conor were staying at his parents house in Brighton for the week. All of his family were lovely, you got on really well with his little sister Anna, his parents adored you and you and Jack knew each other really well considering you almost saw him everyday back in London.

You had been staying at Conor’s family home for 6 days now and you were really enjoying it. It was a Sunday now and you and your boyfriend Conor were laying in his bed watching TV. His parents were downstairs preparing a roast dinner for you all and Jack and Anna were in their bedrooms.

As you cuddled into Conor, you noticed how cold you were considering you were only wearing pyjama shorts and a t shirt. Conor was only wearing boxers so he wasn’t much warmer.

“Aren’t you cold?” You asked Conor, shifting around a bit to try and get warm.

“A bit. Why? Are you?” He asked, looking down at you.

He looked so gorgeous. His brown hair looked so fluffy as he hadn’t bothered to style it today and you loved it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Conor spoke again, his lips flicking up into a smirk.

“Like what?” You replied.

“I don’t know, you looked turned on, babe.” He laughed.

“You just look really attractive today.” You told him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Oh, why? Do I normally look ugly?” He chuckled, grabbing your hips a moving him onto on his lap.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes and placed your hands flat on his bare chest.

“Come here.” Conor mumbled.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his again. The kiss was slow and passionate, you could feel Conor smiling. As the kiss went on, it started to get faster and more heated. Conor started getting desperate and his hands travelled down to your bum.

Totally forgetting that his family were also in the house, you began to rock your hips against his, making him groan.

“Y/N,” He warned. “Stop.”

You ignored him as he went back to kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinded against his member, feeling him getting hard already. Conor held in a moan but you felt his hands go up the bottom of your shorts, feeling his fingers against your bare skin.

“Con,” You breathed out, your lips going to his neck.

“You’re going to pay for being such a fucking tease.” Conor growled as he pushed you off him and pinned you onto the bed.

You lost your breath as Conor pulled your shorts down within seconds - your underwear was soon gone too. Conor kissed up your thighs, making you squirm as you watched.

“Aw, babe, look how wet you are. All for me.” He smirked, suddenly putting his lips against your core.

Your hands went to his fluffy hair, lightly gripping as he licked in and out of you. His tongue worked wonders against you and you accidentally let out a moan.

“Ssh, Y/N, my parents are downstairs,” Conor laughed, replacing his mouth with his fingers as he worked against your clit. “Does that turn you on? Me getting you off like this whilst me family are in the house?”

His words were too much and your hands grabbed onto the white sheet you were laying on.

Suddenly, Conor’s door flew open and he quickly moved so he was laying next to you, putting the duvet over you both. Jack walked in, a piece of toast in his hand.

“Morning.” He said to you both. You were trying to catch your breath back without Jack noticing. Conor had a grin on his face, finding the situation amusing.

“What’s up?” Conor asked Jack.

“I need to use your camera, bro. Left mine at home.” Jack told him, walking over to Conor’s filming equipment.

You felt Conor’s hand wonder down your body and you immediately knew what he was planning. You panicked, you knew Conor was going to try and get you off with Jack in the room whether you liked it or not. If you were being honest, it kind of did turn you on.

Conor pushed his middle finger into you and you breathed in, squeezing onto the duvet trying not to squirm. It felt amazing, the way Conor’s fingers felt inside of you was something you loved. The pleasure he gave you - that boy was talented.

“Where is it?” Jack asked, searching around Conor’s equipment.

“It might be in the drawer.” Conor replied, adding another finger as you bit down on your lip, trying to hold back your moans.

“Oh, I’ve found it.” Jack said and you were so happy, knowing he was about to leave the room. “Wait, the battery is dead.”

“The spares are by my bag.” Conor told him, a slight laugh coming out of his mouth.

When Conor added another finger - now totalling to 3 - the pleasure was too much. Your legs started to shake and you accidentally let out a small moan.

“What’s funny? Y/N are you alright?” Jack asked, noticing both Conor’s laugh and your moan.

You couldn’t reply. As Conor continued to move his fingers in and out of you, you tried to nod at Jack but it didn’t really work.

Jack’s eyes flickered from you, to Conor, to you, back to Conor and then back to you.

“What the- Bro are you fingering her right now?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowing in disgust.

Conor just laughed uncontrollably. But you ignored them, your high was just seconds away and Conor was still touching you, edging you closer and closer.

Your moaned into the duvet, pulling it over your face, not wanting Jack to see you having an orgasm. Your walls tightened around Conor’s fingers as you reached your high, the feeling so intense and amazing.

“That’s my girl.” Conor laughed.

“Oh my god- Did she just? What the fuck, you two are disgusting!” Jack groaned as he walked straight out the door.

“Fucking hell.” You breathed out, moving the duvet so it was no longer on you. Your temperature had definitely increased now.

“You alright, babe?” Conor asked, licking his lips.

“I can’t believe you just made me orgasm in front of your younger brother.” You shook your head at him.

“Relax! He probably loved it, bet he’s having a wank over you right now.” Conor laughed, making you look at him in disgust.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you write some more Fraywood headcanons please?? I absolutely adore all your other headcanons! ❤

- clary and alec have a constant photo war going on between them after that one time alec took a really unflattering photo of clary mid sneeze, hair soaking wet from the rain, make up running down her face and sent it to the squad’s group chat with just the caption “mood”
- they legit only ever call each other by their last names. they only use each other’s first name if it’s serious. otherwise it always “hurry up, fray. you’re slowing me down” “here’s a crazy idea, stop walking so fast, lightwood” “it’s not my fault you can’t keep up, fray. or is it fairchild now, I forget.”
- every year on alec’s birthday, clary will give him a card that says “happy birthday, brother” on it because she’ll never forget that time alec told her that she’ll always be a part of his family. and alec always tries to glare at her but ends up smiling and starts doing the same for her on her birthday
- no one at the institute ever knows if alec and clary are actually friends or not because the last time someone asked them if they were in fact friends, alec said clary was “a headache that never went away” and clary told them that alec was “the biggest asshole she’s ever met” but not even five seconds later someone started talking shit about alec and clary got hella angry and went into a huge rant while alec just sat back and watched until that same person started making derogatory comments towards clary and then they both sat there for 15 minutes roasting the shit out of this guy so everyone at the institute is constantly like ????? so are they friends or not ???

People every squad has (as based on my squad)
  • Squad mom: keeps a sewing kit, lint sheets, bandaids, and snacks in their bag at all times; will ask you if you've eaten between rounds; gives pep talks before finals and helps novices fill out ballots but will still make fun of you if you do something stupid; tells you they're proud of how you did after awards; most likely to use spit to smooth your hair down
  • Drunk aunt: tries to be encouraging sometimes but fails; always loud; brutally honest; always does well but for some reason looks pissed off during awards; most likely to make someone ugly cry while trying to be supportive
  • Problematic fav: everyone loves them but they're kind of extremely annoying; super full of themselves; flamboyant af; a show-off to the end; embarrasses the entire squad on a semi-regular basis; most likely to get scolded after every tournament
  • Cinnamon roll: too pure; nice to everyone; pretty much the human embodiment of a golden retriever; protect them; most likely to get votes in congress
  • Unproblematic fav: will defend you in fb arguments as long as you aren't being a dick; looks like a douche but is actually the best; everyone loves them but everyone forgets about them; the person you would want to be stuck with on a deserted island; most likely to make you laugh when you're sad
  • The auctioneer: could be SO GOOD if they could just slow the fuck down; all their ballots say things like "good analysis" but also say they're hard to understand; super smart but people assume they aren't; most likely to be left behind at a tournament by accident
  • Just problematic: everyone kind of hates them and wishes they would quit; overly confident; thinks they're above the law and does things that are clearly against the rules; most likely to get kicked off the squad
  • If only I gave a fuck: super smart, super cute, super unmotivated; has caught five (5) articles over the course of the entire season; everyone wants to date them, everyone wants to be them; unprecedented levels of adorably awkward; most likely to have tub access revoked
  • When did you get here: that one novice that just kind of slid right into the squad dynamic; does well in prelims but panics in finals; most likely to hear "wait, you're a novice? no way"
Celebration (Poly! Jihope)

*First, sorry Anon, I was swamped this week and I was aiming for Wednesday :( also, Happy Belated Birthday!!*

Anon said :  Heyyy, I saw your requests were open and it’s my birthday this Wednesday so could I request a JiHope!Poly scenario with birthday sex (that possibly includes riding their thighs, please?) Thank you in advance, if you accept my request☺️ & Since you called for it. Can I have a Hobi thigh riding smut?

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Your resting body, nested in a cove of blankets as you kept yourself warm during the bittersweet winter. The previous week you were sleeping happily in shorts with a thin blanket, oh how the season change. The cold nibbled at your nose, making you tiredly cover your poor nose. You hear a giggle followed by the snap of a camera, your sleepy conscious not completely registering the presence of another being in your bedroom. You feel your bed dip on either side of you and heat associated with the sudden weight. You open one eye, a blurry glimpse of pink hair and rosy cheeks.

Maybe it was the weight of missing your boyfriends, the sadness creating your cute boyfriend on top of you. You felt lips gently against your cheek, the soft texture and delectable plumpness consisting of Jimin himself but you won’t believe this figment of imagination until your door swung open.

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