third one of these in a few days!

boyfriend!jimin
  • the fluffiest boyfriend to ever exist
  • so loving, kind and generous when it comes to you
  • makes sure you’re always happy + healthy
  • you doing the same for him, bringing him food all the time and making sure he eats it
  • you probably have to fight taehyung for him
  • taehyung is like the third person in your relationship
  • omg like that post ‘this is my bf jimin and his bf taehyung’
  • kisses all over your face every morning
  • HAND HOLDING
  • you’re always poking at his cheeks
  • telling him how cute he is
  • you don’t fight often at all
  • but when you do it’s usually over something pretty bad and lasts a few days
  • you’re the first one to break bc jimin is terrifying when he’s angry
  • lots of make-up sex though
  • sex would v often
  • it doesn’t matter where you are, he’ll have you against any available surface
  • the boys complain abt how loud the two of you are
  • jimin’s smile is even brighter when you’re around 
  • he promises he’ll marry you one day

Originally posted by kookielife

when it finally hits you that this season is actually over

Lost

Anon requested:  33 and 81 with jungkook?

Wow third drabble of the day???? It’s 1 am but let’s do this :’))))


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: No warnings

Word Count: 949

“Kiss me.”

“I can’t lose you.” 


I always knew that relationships were no walk in the park, I’ve had a few so I knew what it was like. Only having one other serious relationship that lasted all of high school I knew what it was like to not be with my significant other, but we were only kids back then. Now I’m twenty one and Jungkook is twenty three, him being my second serious relationship I thought I’d know what to expect. We’ve had a few fights in the first year in our relationship, compromise always worked it out in the end, but lately nothing seems to work.

It seems that the love has left us, we try to get it back. We try and go on dates but he’s always busy with work never having time when I do. The fights have gotten a lot worse, words get spilled and tears are shed and it always ends up the same way…Make up sex. I know it’s not healthy to always make up that way but that’s what happens, we fight then we make up. That’s it. And now I’m late for work.

I stumble back and plop down on my bed finally buttoning and zipping up my pants before slipping on my work shoes. It’s not like I’d get in trouble if I was late, I worked at a café part time and the rest of the day I was usually at school. Work and school, the perfect combination to distract me from real life.

I skipped down the hall grabbing my keys, phone and wallet and headed straight for the front door. Walking faster than usual I reached for the front door without looking and instead ran into a chest, I stumbled back catching my footing before locking eyes with Jungkook.

It was silent for a moment. This was the first time I’ve seen Jungkook in two weeks since we ‘made up’ after another one of our fights. Of course we sleep together at night still, it’s just usually one of us are asleep before the other gets home or goes to bed. The other just slipping into bed, usually he gets home later than me but I still feel him slide an arm around my waist pulling me into his chest. I miss that, I miss him, but I don’t know how to fix any of this. We’ve lost what we once had and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know-

“Can we talk?”

My eyes widen in an instant and my head shakes, I say I don’t know how to fix us but in all reality it’s more terrifying to me to try and fix us. Right now we’re just lost, but if we try to fix us then the end result could result in us ending all together and I don’t want that.

“Jungkook I-”

“Kiss me.” He blurted out taking a step forward. I didn’t step back, I didn’t want to. “Jungkook…I’m going to be-”

It’s something I wanted desperately, something we haven’t had a lot of lately. It was just a kiss, but we haven’t had something like this in a long time. His lips are addicting, the last time we kissed we were drunk and it was in the middle of a sloppy make out session. He smelt of his favorite scent of axe and something else, I was never able to determine what the other scent was.

The kiss was perfect, we were sober, we weren’t fighting and it was full of passion. His hands slid behind my waist pulling me in closer and that’s when I felt it. The moment my chest hit his I felt the tears hitting my face, but they weren’t mine. I reopen my eyes and pull back. Jungkook’s hands loosen and let go of me as his back hit the front door closing it in the process as it was still open.

The tears fell down his face and he began crying. “Kookie…” I say at a hushed tone, I walked to him and crouched down balancing on the balls of my feet to stay in front of him. He was just shaking his head grabbing fistfuls of his hair, my hands instantly flew up to his hands to unravel his fingers from his locks. He only hurts himself when this happens so instead I interlock my fingers with his. “Talk to me.” I whisper now but he doesn’t look up, his eyes are still staring down at his lap. “You’re going to be late for work, I’m fine.”

I shake my head and squeeze his hands tighter in mine. “I’m going to call in, talk to me.” He shakes his head again and his body begins to shake again once he begins to cry again. “Jungkook, please tell me what’s wrong.” I sit down now, my hands still interlocked with his. He begins to speak but it’s all mumbled and I couldn’t hear him properly. “What?”

His head snapped up, tears not falling anymore but they were welling up in his now red eyes. “I can’t lose you. Please, don’t leave. Don’t push me away, I love you too much to lose you after all this.”

I shake my head, his words hitting me hard in the heart and I feel myself choke on the words I try to say. “I’m not going anywhere.” I squeeze his hands letting him know in some way that I won’t leave. It’s reassuring in a way, he does this all the time for me when I need to be reassured so I can only hope this helps him as well.

“I love you Jungkook, you’ll never lose me. Never.”

When Remus isn’t feeling well through the years.

First year: The boys would literally do everything for him. Like getting his book off the shelf or putting the food on his plate.

Second year: They would hide chocolates in different places around hogwarts for him to find. This made him really happy.

Third year: They would shout at people who were rude (although this was mostly Sirius) Peter even tripped people to make way for his friend a few days before the moon. James would hex people who ‘stuck their nose in other people’s business’

Fourth year: Sirius would go to hogsmade and buy him a stash of chocolate (not like he doesn’t have one already) The boys would also smuggle chocolates and other things into the hospital wing. Sirius would help him catch up on the work he had missed. Peter and James tried to help but when three pre teen boys are all trying to teach another tired boy… Well let’s just say it gets loud and then they get kicked out. So Sirius was the designated teacher and extra note taker because he was the quickest at taking notes with it still looking flawless.

Fifth year: Sirius would lay in Remus’s bed with him at first it was just comforting then once they started dating half way through the year it become a nightly thing. They would still do the tripping and hexing.

Sixth year: Sirius would say he could kiss away the pain. To which Remus replied Pads that’s ridiculous not to mention really cheesy. Peter and James would roll their eyes then James would but in and ramble about funny things he missed during class. Peter would do the gossiping. (He would only gossip with the marauders though unlike Sirius) He was also the designated smuggler. He even robbed the kitchens once (multiple times).

Seventh year: The hexing and shouting stopped (no one said anything about it anymore) They would still hide chocolates. Peter would even pass him a bar during class. The teachers didn’t mind because they never knew he was eating in class.

Conclusion, the marauders really cared about one another. They especially cared for Remus. Without them he was nothing. They were his best friends.

Stare at Me- Tom Wilson

Originally posted by mttymrts

(Look at his eyes guys!!!)

Don’t worry anon, I’m a Caps fan too! (Among many others but Caps are the hometown team) And so here we go! One third of the brobeans! Plus I’m on a hockey players with children kick so you get a two-for-one! Enjoy guys!

Warning: None

Anon Request: Hi!!! I’ve literally been spending the past few days reading your imagines and I LOVE them!!! Personally, i’m a caps fan and if you’re not backed up on requests, do you think you could do one where y/n is at a caps game and Tom Wilson has eyes on her the whole game and they somehow meet after the game or something? Change it any way you’d like!!!

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              “Mommy?” you daughter asked as she sat next to you, coloring.

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All The Untested Virtue

Bellamy and Clarke were friends with benefits.

Until one day, suddenly, they weren’t.  

~3k, mild M.

In a way, Bellamy was Clarke’s longest-standing relationship.  It started by accident five years ago, when she was still boiling mad at Finn and he’d just broken up with Echo for the third and final time.  They were coworkers just on the edge of being friends back then, and a few bitter laughs while working late one night had led to her fucking him on his desk chair, his fingertips digging into her hips.  After that, it became a semi-regular thing whenever they were single at the same time, and over the years they had coalesced into something else entirely.  She had a key to his apartment— so I don’t have to get out of bed and let your ass in when you want a booty call,  he’d laughed— and he had a key to hers thanks to the week she had the flu and couldn’t get out of bed.  (That was the week they officially became friends and now she couldn’t even remember what it was like to not have him in her life.)

Clarke climbed the steps to Bellamy’s place and realized she hadn’t been here in months— not alone, anyway.  She’d come over with Miller for beer and sympathy the week after Gina broke up with him, and she’d swung by for dinner with him and Octavia a month or so later, but this was the first time since the day two years ago when she helped him redecorate Miller’s room that she had been over on her own.  (Miller had moved in with Monty and Bellamy decided not to get a new roommate, so Clarke had taken charge of turning Miller’s bedroom into a cozy study.  That had ended with her riding him on the floor with books littered around them, her heart twisting strangely when she looked into his dark brown eyes.  

She’d met Lexa a week later.

Her break-up with Lexa last year had been terrible and Bellamy had been her rock through it all, but even if she could  have imagined having sex with someone when she was finally healed, by then he was with Gina.  But that ended six months ago, and tonight Clarke had been boredly scrolling through her favorite porn sites when she realized she didn’t just want to get off— she wanted to get off with him.  He’d taken almost an hour to respond to her text, but once he did she threw on a nicer bra and a tighter shirt and headed out.  She had spent most of her walk over imagining what they were going to do first— she was torn between going down on him until he begged her to stop or just kissing him until her lips were buzzing— and her panties were already uncomfortably damp by the time she put her key in the lock.

To her surprise, Bellamy wasn’t by the door when she entered.  He was laying on the couch with a pile of client folders next to him, one open on his chest.  “Don’t get up on my account,” she deadpanned and kicked off her shoes.

Bellamy sat up and closed the file but his expression was strange— closed off, almost cold.   I can change that.  She knew what he got like when working on a difficult case, and she knew exactly what he needed to take his mind off of it.  Clarke sauntered towards him and he rested his elbows on his knees, looking down at his feet instead of at the way her hips were swaying.  “I’ve been thinking,” he said, and she clicked her tongue.

“I’m not here for us to think,” she purred, but something felt wrong.  He was fidgety and looking anywhere but her, which wasn’t like him.  She peeled her shirt off— he loved her tits— and stepped between his feet, but he stood up abruptly and she fell a half-step backwards.

“Clarke, no,” he said and moved away.  He wasn’t looking at her at all, and a waterfall of ice crashed through her chest.  “We need to talk, and not— not like that.”

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Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Warning: angsty, not a happy ending

A/N: requested

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It’s been a few weeks since the break up and to everyone that saw you they would think that you’re perfectly fine although on the inside you felt like an empty shell. When you came home the day you broke up with Jughead you broke everything that was from him and had pictures of him in them, after that you sank to the floor and let it all out. Your parents heard you crying when they came home from work and comforted you and you told them what happened they also let you have a week off but you politely declined not letting a boy get in the way of your education

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As you walk to your locker you notice two people that you have been ignoring for the past few weeks, you sigh it’s too early in the morning for drama

“What do you two want?” you demand coldly

“We want to apologise you never gave us a chance to explain” Betty starts off but starts to go quiet when she sees the stare that you’re giving her

“Let me guess ‘it’s just happened, we never meant to hurt you, is there any way we can still be friends’ is that what you were going to say?” you reply snarkily, along with seeing the guilty looks on their faces you know you’re right.

“look date, don’t date, be public, don’t, I honestly  at this point don’t give a crap I’m done you can leave me alone now” you sigh and push them a side to get to your locker, getting your books and leaving, also leaving behind a regretful and guilty Betty Cooper and Jughead Hones.

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From that moment on things were never the same at Riverdale High you ;lost your best friend, your group of friends and your boyfriend, becoming friends with Cheryl and her group.

Series: Daddy’s Little Girl

PART ONE

Description: Bringing Shawn back to your rural life for a few days to meet your parents. 

A/U: I might have grew up in a ‘rural’ area but I don’t know jack shit about farming. Please don’t come for me. ALSO first time writing in third person, so i’m sorry if it’s inconsistent. 

Word Count: 4,356


Her phone buzzed in her hand and she quickly read the message as she stood outside of the international arrivals door.

Just going through customs. 

She smiled at the information and got giddy. It had been a month and a half since she had seen Shawn as he was busy on the World Tour.

She continued to wait, hoping that Shawn would just appear out of nowhere so she wouldn’t have to deal with the anticipation any longer. But that, of course, was not the case.

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When you Try Sometimes

(Happy Valentine’s Day!)

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He has this in the bag, man. In the bag, zipped up, squared away, a hole in one, sealed and, laminated and—it was a lie, all of it.

Because the chocolates Stiles made two days ago? Yeah, those were eaten. By his dad. And the first heart-shaped card he bought? He gave to the nice old lady who just lost her cat of 20 years, because that’s true love, and anyone who says differently is a monster.

The second card got thrown away, because of reasons. The third card was a ‘hand-made’ card, with lots of cut paper and glitter and it ended up stuck to his ceiling. Along with a few other glue-infused things. They’re still up there now, while Stiles pulls his most recent failure out of the oven.

“Nice, perfect. I’m sure Derek’s favorite flavor is Chocolate-Triggering-Charcoal-Cookies. Tastes that remind you of family.”

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Oh, Princess - A.I.

Originally posted by ohfuckoffhemmings

Alright, so, first off….I got WAY too excited and carried away with this. It’s eight pages in my drive. Second, Daddy!Ash, and when I say daddy, I mean “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” daddy. Third, I hope this is what you wanted anon…

Warning: Smut x10. Slight BDSM?

Four months and sixteen days. That’s how long it had been since y/n had last seen Ashton. She wasn’t usually one to keep track like that, but considering she hadn’t gotten the chance to visit during his mini tour due to her sister’s wedding and not having any extra time to take off of work, you could say she was frustrated. All she had wanted to do when he got home was have a nice day in at his apartment, watch a few movies, have a couple of rounds of sex, and call it a night, so when Ashton had called her up that morning asking if she’d be his date to a fancy dinner with management instead of staying in, you could say she wasn’t pleased.

“Hello, love,” Ashton said, grin on his face as y/n opened the door to her small apartment. Ashton dressed in formal attire had always gotten her riled up, which just added to her frustrations even more. “Why don’t you look excited?”

“If we’re being honest here, I’m not,” she said back simply to head into the living room to retrieve her heels, the white dress she had on falling to mid-thigh hugging every curve of her body with flowing sleeves making her look like an angelic version of the devil himself.

“And why not?” he questioned lifting up the shawl she had draped over the couch ready to lay it over her shoulders.

“Because I haven’t seen or touched you in over four months, Ash, so the last thing I want to do is get dressed up to go out when I could be in my room lying beside you completely naked, preferably with your head between my legs,” she said back, crossing her arms, Ashton’s jaw dropping slightly at the words that escaped her lips. She stepped closer to him running her manicured nails down the front of his button up, back to the top where she unbuttoned the top two buttons preferring to see bits of his chest hair rather than having the shirt look like it’s choking him. “Wouldn’t you prefer that, daddy? Seeing your princess naked, ready to take your cock all night long?” Ashton knew what she was doing, trying to keep himself composed to at least make it to dinner. He didn’t really have a choice on whether or not he could go, but there were no restrictions on how long they needed to stay.

“Come on,” he barely choked out, draping the fabric over her shoulders before tugging her out of her apartment, a groan escaping her lips. She thought she had him wrapped around her finger in that moment, which only meant she would need to try harder, and what better way to get a good night of sex than to tease him in front of the boys?

The ride to the large restaurant was quiet, Ashton’s hand resting on y/n’s thigh while he drove the ten minutes into Sydney deciding to valet his car rather than attempt to look for parking. Y/n had seemed to forget what had happened at the apartment, letting Ashton’s arm snake around her waist as he led her inside to a small room in the back filled with his band mates, their dates, as well as members of the management staff and their dates. A few bottles of champagne lined the table as a few appetizers scattered around, the couple finding two seats in between Michael’s date and Calum.

“Glad you could finally join us,” Luke teased as Ashton waited for y/n to sit, pushing in her chair before taking a seat next to her, flipping Luke off in the process.

“I was running late,” Ashton said letting the blame fall on him, which was true, Y/n was ready for once when he had shown up at her door, taking a minute for him to figure out how to style his now short hair, something he wasn’t necessarily used to. The group shared a bit of small talk, y/n joking with Michael’s new flavor of the month as she shared stories from when she visited the boys in Montreal.

“Can I grab any drinks?” a waitress asked, perched happily in between Calum and Ashton as the blonde turned to his girlfriend, poking at her thigh trying to grab her attention.

“Babe, I know you won’t drink the champagne. Do you want a rosé or a pinot noir? I can get a bottle?” he questioned stroking at her thigh with his thumb in a comforting way, driving y/n crazy only adding to her own issues at the moment.

“Rosé’s fine. I don’t care which one,” she said letting her own hand land on his, stopping the movements as he turned back to the waitress requesting the bottle, as well as two wine glasses instead of the champagne flutes.

“Of course, sir,” the waitress giggled, y/n’s lips curling into a frown as the girl shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend who was just too oblivious to notice she wasn’t just being nice. But, this was also the boy that needed y/n to literally strip for him the first time they had sex for him to get the hint. It was hard enough being deprived of sex for one hundred and thirty-nine days, this was just the icing on the cake. She scooted a bit closer to Ashton, catching his eye only for a moment before he turned back to Calum, engaging himself in a deeper conversation as her hand landed on his thigh, raking her nails lightly up and down as she rested her head on his shoulder trying to make the gesture seem as innocent as possible. She was going to make this experience as difficult as possible for him.

Once everyone received their alcoholic beverages, the appetizers were passed around, y/n skipping on most of them not being a huge fan of seafood, but gladly taking the bruschetta passed around, letting it sit on her small plate, her hand only leaving Ashton’s leg to grab at the large plate before passing it down on it’s way through the table. She waited until Ashton had taken a piece of the tuna bite on his plate, moving her hand down agonizingly slow to cup at his crotch, squeezing it lightly causing him to choke on what was in his mouth, moving the same hand to his back rubbing soothing circles as he cleared his airways.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked from across the table, looking at him nervous, Ashton holding up a thumb as he continued to cough into his elbow, throwing a glare at his girlfriend who kept the best poker face he had ever seen. There was so much sympathy thrown onto her face, but her eyes held that lust filled, devilish look he had grown to know from the escapades in the bedroom. This was on purpose.

“You alright baby?” y/n questioned gripping at his wine glass, holding it to him for him to take a sip, putting it back on the table once he could breathe properly once again. He moved his mouth towards her ear, keeping his face as normal as her could not wanting to throw up any red flags with the guys knowing he would never hear the end of this.

“Don’t fucking start with me, princess. Now is not the time,” he basically growled in her ear as she furrowed her brows turning to face him as if she was confused, cocking an eyebrow up slightly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, daddy?” she said, the name reserved only for the bedroom slipping off her tongue in fluidity as if it was supposed to be out in the air like that. “I bet I could suck you off right here and no one would notice.” His cock twitched in his pants as he became aroused at the thought of getting head in public, in front of his band mates and, pretty much, his bosses: so vulgar and tempting, enticing him even more.

“Princess, if you let one more vulgar thing leave that dirty little mouth of yours, daddy won’t let you cum tonight,” he whispered again, pulling his head away from her not letting her respond as her mouth hung open slightly in shock and disbelief, arousal soaking her panties just at the thought of understimulation and how good her orgasm will feel when he does let her cum. It would be something new for them, and that excited her more than anything at this point setting her over the edge of her frustration. She didn’t even care about dinner that this point. She wanted to go home and fuck Ashton so good that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in the morning.

She sighed in content before placing her hand on his thigh once again, fingers dancing atop his dress pants as she ate the piece of bread with the tomato mozzarella mixture that resided on her plate. Once she had finished that, she stood up to head to the bathroom, only to pull off her panties and return moments later with them shoved into her hand, sitting down with her hands folded in her lap.

The waitress had finally returned with the entrees, once again standing between Ashton and Calum, dropping off both entrees for the men as y/n laid her panties on Ashton’s lap, a playful gleam in her eye as the waitress caught sight of what she was doing, knocking over Ashton’s glass into his lap. He didn’t bother standing up, just looking down as his wine coated crotch, catching sight of his girlfriend’s undergarment that should be on her body, his semi growing hard, now, just waiting to be touched. He grabbed the flimsy fabric, quickly shoving it in his pocket as he stood up from the table, all eyes on him.

“Are you alright, Ash?” Michael asked, catching a glimpse of the boy’s eyes, mistaking his lust for anger as he shook his head slightly.

“We’re going to go,” he said simply, moving to the side waiting for his girlfriend to stand up, the color draining from the waitress’s face as she apologized profusely thinking it was her fault the beautiful man was leaving, having no idea that y/n had set him over the edge. Ashton liked to play sexual games with his girlfriend, teasing the other in public was one of them, but he didn’t enjoy the thought of some other guy catching a glimpse of her bare pussy due to lack of clothing. He had mentioned that time and time again. The table looked between the two, Ashton’s frowning face as y/n pouted, bottom lip jutted out, poker face hiding her excitement and nerves at once as she thought about the punishment she knew was to come. He grabbed her hand in his, pulling her to the exit without another word, handing the valet a slip of paper before the man went running to retrieve his vehicle.

“Ash,” she mumbled not enjoying the silence. As many times as she had pulled something like this in public, he was never this quiet, only earning a shake of his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Oh, princess, princess, princess,” he said, the car pulling up, parking right in front of them as he opened the passenger door for her helping her  inside of the car. That was all he had said, the entire way home, a stuffy silence filled the car as y/n shifted in her seat nervously, looking at Ashton out of the corner of her eye, his clenched jaw, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes were fixated on the road. She went to reach towards his leg, only to have him grab her wrist before it could graze the fabric on his leg. “You really don’t want to do that right now.” She moved her hand away deciding to just leave it be as he pulled into her apartment complex, helping her out of the car before making their way inside to her small apartment, Ashton escaping to the kitchen as y/n followed him slowly, now worried she had pissed him off instead.

“Ash,” she said barely above a whisper as she watched him pull out a glass from her cabinet, heading towards the freezer to fill it with ice.

“Go lay down,” he said back simply not turning to look at her as she bit down on her lip, shifting her weight between her feet.

“Look, I’m-,”

“Daddy said to go lay down, princess, so I don’t know why you’re still standing here,” he said cutting her off, finally turning to face her, his eyes clouded with lust. The look he was giving her was something new, and it had her knees weak. She quickly made her way towards her room, sitting on the edge of the bed knowing better than to do anything she wasn’t told to do. She had already worked him up enough for today. “Such a good girl,” he muttered watching her from the doorway, her eyes shooting up to meet his, taking her lip between her teeth as he moved to set his glass on the stand next to her bed before beckoning her onto her feet, his body replacing hers on the bed. “Strip.” She hesitated, but only for a second before pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet leaving her in just a bra and heels before unclasping the bra, tossing that to the side as well. She stopped, not sure if he meant the heels as well when he said to strip, watching his eyes rake up her body. They had been together for a little over two years now and, yet, he could still make her feel insecure and vulnerable with just once glance. “Want me to go over the rules, princess? Daddy’s added a couple of new ones for tonight.” She nodded her head slowly, arms crossing over her bare chest as he quickly pulled them away, revealing her body to him. “Words.”

“Yes,” she squeaked out, Ashton raising an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled, her hands intertwined with his as he pulled her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

“First, and foremost, darling, I am in charge. You do not tell me what to do, you ask, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” His hands let go of hers, placing them on her hips softly and slowly, trailing them up her sides.

“Number two: what’s our safeword, princess?”

“Red.” His hands started to trail back down her body as slow and soft as they had going up.

“And when do we use this safeword?”

“When I’m uncomfortable or am hurting.” A chill ran down her spine as goosebumps coated her skin at the feeling of his skin on hers. He lifted a hand to her mouth, his thumb tapping at her lips for her to open, sticking the digit in for her to suck on it as he watched her.

“Number three: you ask permission to cum,” he said watching as she nodded her head, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger, teeth grazing lightly as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Number four’s a new one princess. And this is only for tonight, okay?” She nodded her head once again as he moved his finger from her mouth, standing up in front of her, only to lift her up and turn her around to place her on the bed. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.” He pressed his lips to hers roughly as she returned the favor, hands running through his hair as he grabbed at her thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around his hip while the other hand pulled out the panties she had taken off at the restaurant. “Arms up,” he commanded against her lips watching her eyes flicker with excitement, more than ready to lift her hands above her head for him as he dominated her. He tore the fabric at the seams so it would be easy to tie through the posts of the headboard, y/n’s eyes widening in shock. “You know how I feel about you not wearing panties in public. So next time, we’re going to keep them on, yes?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, a blush on her face as he slipped her wrists through one loop, twisting the fabric before tying her tightly to the headboard, but not enough to cut off circulation in her wrists. He climbed off her body, making his way to her closet where he knew she kept her toys for when he was away. “Daddy.”

“Yes, princess?” he called out, pulling down the box on the top shelf, settling for the vibrator he had gotten her for her birthday the past year.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned, watching him return with the bright green toy, his shirt now unbuttoned as he pulled it from his shoulders onto the floor.

“I told you. I’m not going to let you cum,” he said turning it on to a medium speed, sticking it in his mouth to wet it before rubbing it lightly over her clit causing her hips to buck up towards him. “Hips stay down, princess.”

“But I didn’t say anything else bad,” she muttered, Ashton pressing the toy down harshly on her clit causing her to moan loudly before pulling it back to teasing her once again.

“You’re right, you didn’t baby. You were such a good girl until you went and took off your panties in the bathroom. So, now, I’m going to punish you.” He pressed down a bit harder on her clit, circling the vibrating toy over her nub as he turned it up another speed, letting the toy drop down to her opening to collect some of her juices, letting it trail back up rubbing over her. He legs started to shake as she tried as best as she could to keep her hips down, whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to hold it together. “You close, princess?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” she moaned, her hands pulling on her restraints as she cried out. “Can I cum?” she asked quickly, only to have the toy pulled away from her, a loud whimper escaping her lips as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.

“Why isn’t daddy letting you cum?” he questioned letting a finger trail up through her folds collecting the wetness spilling from her as she shook from the sensitivity.

“As a punishment,” she responded, eyes closed as she heard the vibrator turn on once again, bracing herself.

“And why is this your punishment?” he questioned pressing it to her her clit again as she moaned loudly once again, back arching off of the bed.

“Because you don’t like to hurt me,” she said quickly, panting heavily as pleasure took over her once again, her orgasm building up quickly from being denied the first time as she moaned loudly over and over, Ashton loving the way her body thrashed against the mattress trying to relieve herself. He’d rather watch her like this than watch her ass turn a bright shade of red, spanking her harshly. “Cum?”

“That’s not a full sentence,” he said, turning the speed up once again as she screamed trying desperately to hold it together, only to have him deny her orgasm for the second time. Her body fell back to the mattress, sweat starting to coat her body as she looked at him through hooded eyes. She could tell he was enjoying watching her beg, but knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially when it started to become painful for her. He knew her body just as well as she did and what her limit was. He placed the toy down next to her body, situating himself between her legs, face level with her pussy, eyes gleaming at the amount of her arousal dripping from her onto her satin sheets. “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he muttered letting his tongue lick a stripe up collecting some of her juices in his mouth before diving in, her arms tugging desperately at the restraints now, wanting to tug at his hair and push him deeper into her pussy. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build up for the third time, now hanging on by a single thread as she tried to get the words to flow from her mouth.

“CanICum? CanICum? CanIcum?” she practically chanted, her words flowing together as he pulled back from her, another whine escaping her lips. “Fuck, Ash.”

“I’m sorry, what’s my name?” he asked gripping her face in his hand. “You didn’t seem to have any issues calling me daddy in front of the guys and management? Why not now in the comfort of your own bedroom?” She didn’t respond, letting her brain process what was going on. She desperately needed a release, but her cunt was so sensitive at this point, she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore. “I’m speaking to you princess.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered looking into his eyes before looking away once again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, princess,” he said leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. “You’ve been such a good girl, handling your punishment.” He crawled off of her, feet touching the floor as he pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock standing at attention as he rubbed over his tip looking at her carefully. “You’ve done such a good job, it’s my turn to please you.” He didn’t bother with a condom, crawling back onto her before slowly pushing inside of her, letting out a moan from how wet and tight she felt around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him once again as he started to thrust into her at a quick pace, his hips snapping against hers harshly as one hand dug into her hip most likely going to leave bruises the next morning while the other held him up as she moaned loudly with each thrust. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, he could feel her tightening around her as she struggled to form coherent words, digging his face into her neck as he left love bites along her flesh.

“You can cum, princess. All over my cock,” he let out in a raspy breath, her body shaking from the orgasm as she squirted, the sight setting him over the edge as he pulled out, releasing over her sweat coated stomach as she caught her breath. They both took a minute to calm down, Ashton retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel using it to clean himself off of her before untying her wrists from the headboard, kissing at her skin repeatedly before peppering her face with kisses. “Was I too rough?”

“No,” she mumbled kissing his lips as she struggled to stay awake, Ashton catching the hint as he settled in next to her, cuddling her body tightly to his.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered in her ear as she nestled into his body even more than she already had.

“I love you too, Ash.”

Nursey is a figure skater AU (kind of Nursey/Bitty)

(Prefacing that I know almost nothing about figure skating)

So let’s pretend that Bitty never stopped figure skating and made it really big in the US league. He wins gold at a few junior national competitions and then continues to place when he gets to the senior devision. When he is 18 he wins gold at the US nationals and places third at the Grand Prix Final. So, come the next year, he is hungry for the gold. He wants it so bad.

Enter Derek Nurse, a 18 year old rookie who kind of appeared on the scene one day and became an instant sensation. Where Bitty is charming and technically beautiful, Nursey is sexy and brings a modern energy onto the ice that is rare in the male figure skating category. Bitty just manages to beat him at the US nationals, but falls short at the Rostelecom Cup, and they end up tied in points heading into the Final, with Bitty edging in just ahead of him because of his Cup of China win.

And so Bitty basically hates his guts. How dare this (beautiful) boy come out of nowhere and take away all of his hard work! This was supposed to be his moment! During warmups, Bitty walks away from the rink to find a quiet space to stretch when he hears something coming from the bathroom.

There, hands latched onto the sink as if he’d float away was Derek Malik Nurse, looking more nervous than Bitty could ever remember feeling. Suddenly, he feels bad for ever hating Derek. It became clear that the chill and blasé attitude that frustrated Bitty to no end was a facade.

“You alright there sugar?” Bitty asked cautiously.

Nursey startled at that, looking wide eyed at Bitty. He shook his head, face visibly paling, “I’m so nervous I think I’m going to puke.”

Bitty sighed, “I get it, last year I was a complete wreck before my short program. But,” he put a gentle hand onto Derek’s shoulder, “you just have to know that there is a reason you’re here. You wouldn’t be if you weren’t good enough.”

Nursey took a gulp of air, exhaling and letting his body visibly relax, “you’re right, I just have to do what I’ve been doing.”

“This is just another competition, no biggy” Bitty smiled softly.

Nursey snorted, “yeah, no biggy. Thanks for the pep talk Eric.”

“Bitty.”

“What?”

“Oh, uh,” he flushed rubbing the back of his neck, “my friends call me Bitty.”

“Oh, alright. Bitty it is.” Nursey couldn’t help the bashful grin that etched onto his face. “See you out there I guess?”

“Oh, you bet I’ll be watching.”

Bitty ended up winning his gold with Derek following up with a silver.

Afterwards, the two boys ran into each other, flowers in each hand and a medal around each of their necks.

Bitty was about to say something about how well Derek skated when he was cut off by a slip of paper shoved into his face.

It was a scrap piece of the remnants of a fan letter and Bitty took it cautiously, “I thought since we’re friends now you should have my number.”

Bitty looked at the paper and sure enough, in glittery ink, there was Derek’s cell number.

Before Bitty could reply, Derek had the gold medal in his hand, pressing the cold disk to his lips to kiss.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss a gold Grand Prix medal.”

Bitty blushed, “maybe next year you’ll get another chance.”

Nursey nodded and started to walk back toward where his moms and coach were waiting, “text me.” He said with a wink.

“You can count on that.” Bitty whispered to himself. The next season should be interesting.

tips for college freshmen

- Whatever your high school teachers have told you about college is probably incorrect.

- You will get sick in the first couple of weeks because your body has never had to live with 400 other people and deal with all their germs. Always have tissues and chapstick on hand (especially in your backpack)

- Save the syllabus the teacher gives you on the first day. It will have all important due dates and criteria in it

- Don’t buy the book until you know you need it. Textbooks are hella expensive and I only used about a third of the ones I bought my freshmen year (be careful though cause the bookstore can run out)

- Check amazon & other sites for competitive textbook prices

- If you’re lost, ask someone for directions. They won’t care, especially if it’s the first few weeks

- Talk to your teachers. Sit in the front row. It’s almost always a good thing if the teacher knows who you are. Make connections with the ones that stand out to you because you will need them in the future (i.e. grad applications or other recommendations)

- When given an assignment, read it and do what it is asking. Do what they ask you to do. (this one is coming from my mom who teaches freshmen and every year someone tries to go above and beyond but ends up not answering the original question)

- STAIN STICK/ TIDE TO-GO IS A NECESSITY

- 8am classes suck. Don’t take a class that early unless you have to. You will regret it.

- Try to schedule your classes back to back but don’t forget to factor in some time to eat

- Get a planner or calendar of some kind so that you can see just how much time you have to write that paper

- Freshmen always travel in packs. That’s how we know you’re a freshman. If you don’t want to get moo’d at (because you move like cattle), don’t travel in a huge pack of people

- You don’t have to be best friends with your roommate. You may not even get along. But you do have to live together. Be patient. Talk to them. C.o.m.m.u.n.i.c.a.t.e.

- Don’t be afraid to eat alone.

- Separate your darks from your lights when doing laundry and never never never wash anything in hot water unless you want it to shrink and wrinkle.

- Unless you’re in a science course you probably won’t have to bring the textbook to class. You may never even open the book. See tip #4

- Go to a frat party at least once (if your school has frats). You might love it; you’ll probably hate it. Either way it will definitely be an experience.

- Don’t drink jungle juice unless you saw the person make it. Never accept an opened can of beer. Keep track of your cup. Roofies are real and very dangerous. Always have a friend to walk home with.

- Say hi. Just say hello to people. It’s so easy to make friends in the beginning because everyone else is just as scared and new as you are

College is a blast. Best four years of your life and it flies by compared to high school. Have fun. Be safe. Make good choices!

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Regional At Best is technically twenty one pilot’s second album, although the vast majority of the songs on it are repeated on Vessel, their third release. It came out in 2011, the year the original band members (other than Tyler) left, and so exists in a funny kind of limbo, with many people unsure if it actually counts as, like, a proper album.

Slowtown is one of the few songs unique to this record, composed of an almost childlike melody that hearkens back to idyllic days long gone. It’s a song about the terrifying speed of growing up, of adult life, of things rushing past before you were aware they were there.

I put my socks on my feet/just so that my soul won’t fall through my toes/and I walk through my door/just so I don’t fall through the floor. It’s the comforting mundanity of routine, sometimes the only action you can take with any certainty, and, despite Tyler’s wish to go to Slowtown, it’s the need to keep going, to keep moving, so that you don’t have to do anything else. I keep walking, I keep going through my door, because if I stand stock still the world may collapse around me, may whirl into something unrecognisable.

we’re going too fast, fast, save us, now, Tyler sing-screams, the music reaching fever pitch, and it feels like the one and only time I was on a rollercoaster, my stomach swooping and unable to stop, unable to do anything but endure, and watch people shrieking in fun around me, and blinking club lights and the press of bodies and my arms rigid by my side, and we’re going too fast, we’re supposed to live fast while we’re young but childhood feels like a blur and I still remember every second of the first time I got my heart broken. We’re going too fast, and time is slipping through our fingers, and we must treasure every second, every fibre of cotton against my toes, and I do not look up anymore because there isn’t time, the sky is unreachable and gravity is pulling me down, through the floor, through the door, and I am 20 years old and I still spell out cupboard the way I learned to when I was six.

Time is too fast, but we hold onto what we can.

“KS is a fantastic piece or art which will end one day, but I was recently thinking, if it were to end with Sangwoo going to Prison (with Bum alive or dead), Koogi should make another one with a similar name to Killing Stalking where it shows Sangwoo in Prison being someone’s wife (or multiple people’s wife) and suddenly there are unexpected murders after a few months of his arrival, all due to him of course. And then somehow ends with him escaping, leading to a third one with him trying to find Bum.”

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Being in a relationship with Newt Scamander would include:

Originally posted by newdscamander

Warning: A little bit smut.

A/N: I’m FBAWTFT trash and Newt Scamander is the purest soul I’ve ever seen beside Credence. 


  • The first time you meet Newt Scamander is in your First Year in Hodwarts just before you were sorted into a house. You’re nervous and when he notices it, he walks over to you and tells you not to be afraid of the Sorting Hat. He tells you that he will be proud of you when you walk up the stairs to be sorted into a house. 
    • After you get sorted into your house, you smile brightly at him and he smiles back. 
    • A few days later you find out his name and that he is in his Third Year and was sorted into Hufflepuff. 
    • Ever since then he’s one of your best friends (even if he belongs to a different house).
  • After you graduate Newt picks you up and takes you with him to travel the world to find the most beautiful beasts you’ve ever seen. 
    • You love listening to his stories and facts about the beasts he hides inside his case. 
    • Newt’s very passionate about his research and you’re the only one who is allowed to come into his case.
      • Most of his beasts accept you as their friend.
      • You love playing with and caring for his little friends.
    • While your parents don’t think it’s a good idea to travel around the world with Newt because it gets dangerous, they still think he’s a good man. Newt would protect you at all costs.  
    • Lots of running. 
  • You both love books and you love reading together, cuddling with each other on the bed or couch.  
  • You both practicing magic together.
  • Him being interessted in your hobbys.
    • Him trying everything out you like. 
  • When you’re sick Newt takes care of you until you feel better. The same goes the other way around.
  • One day, after a tiring chase, he kisses you and you kiss him back, burrying your fingers in his fluffy hair while his shaky hands are placed on your hips. 
    • Him apologizing for kissing you and you slapping his shoulder lightly, telling him it was okay and that you liked the kiss very much.
    • Him blushing a little bit.  
  • Your relationship is pure and innocent. Most of the time you share chaste kisses, hold hands, make stupid jokes, play pranks, talk and cuddle. 
  • You’re the one who takes the first steps. 
    • You straddle him on the couch and kiss him passionately after he told you how beautiful and clever you are.
    • Heavy make out sessions happen more often. 
    • You get more comfortable and start touching each other ‘above the belt’. 
      • (You even try to make him touch your boobs, sometimes even under your shirt.)
  • Him telling you he’s still a virgin and you rolling your eyes, telling him you knew it all along because you two were constantly together beside the time between his and your graduation. 
    • Him knowing if you’re a virgin or not. 
  • The first time he eats you out/sucks you off is weird because he doesn’t know how to do it correctly, so you tell him.
    • Newt’s embarassed and you both start laughing. 
  • His first blowjob ends up with him struggling to keep still. 
    • He gags you accidently with his cock and apologizes for hours after that. 
  • Your first time happens a few days after he tells you he’s in love in you. 
    • You’re both clumsy, but take your time.
    • Much laughter.
    • And moans.
    • And tender, soft kissing.
    • You both are very eager to pleasure each other with your fingers and mouth.  
  • You going with Newt to New York and meeting Jacob, Tina and Queenie, your new friends. 
    • You trying to make Jacob ask Queenie if she wants to go on a date.
  • You trying to help Credence but it’s too late. 
  • Taking away Jacob’s memories doesn’t make it better.
  • Newt comforting you. 
    • Cuddling in bed for hours. 
Karamel Fic: Bulletproof (1/1)

Author: gldngrl7

Started: February 7, 2017

Rated: G


Author’s Notes:

  • Oops! I drabbled
  • This is unbetaed
  • There’s probably lots of mistakes.
  • This is how I react to really, really delicious angst
  • This isn’t the happy ending you’re looking for
  • But at least no one dies
  • Sorry, not sorry

Synopsis: Mon-El takes charge of his own life.


It happened during his third lunch date with Eve.  She was giggling about something—some piece of pop culture for which he had no frame of reference—when it struck him all of the sudden.  She scrolled through the screen of her phone only occasionally bothering to look up and meet his eyes.

This wasn’t working.

None of it.

He wasn’t going to forget Kara; not because some cute blond took the shards she left behind and managed to make him feel good about himself for a few minutes every day.  He was just kidding himself.  Kara had wedged herself in deep, though she would clearly like to think otherwise, and no amount of lunch dates with bubbly blondes was going to change that.

He needed something else entirely.

“Look, Eve…I’m sorry.  I just remembered something I forgot to do.”

Her smile melted from her face. “Oh…okay.”

He reached in his wallet and placed a few bills on the table, hoping it’s enough to cover the lunch for both of them.  “I’m really sorry.  Goodbye, Eve.”

Sensing the finality in his farewell, she sobered completely.  “Goodbye, Mike.”

Moments later, he’s standing in the conference room of the top floor of the DEO, facing J’onn Jonzz.  “I was wondering if you could do me a favor?” he asked. His hands are shoved deeply into the pockets of his jeans as though trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

“What’s the favor?”  J’onn wondered, only a single raised eyebrow betraying his piqued interest.

“Can you get me in touch with Superman?”

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I had this idea and don’t know what to do with it. It’s too small to write a thing for it and I was gonna ask someone to draw it for me but I don’t wanna bother anyone so here’s this mess.

- Taehyung has some sort of magic

- one day he comes up with a gag spell, when cast, the shirt you’re wearing is always either inside out or backwards (or both)

- he casts the spell on Jungkook

- the first few times someone points out his shirt is inside out, Jungkook blushes and goes to the bathroom to fix it

- this continues on for days, every few hours someone points it out to him, he goes to the bathroom and fixes it, makes sure it’s on right, then comes back out and then the cycle repeats

- by the third day Jungkook is tired of having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and he is livid

-the only plus side is that he’s getting one hell of a workout

- Jimin comes up to him and points out his shirt is on backwards

- Jungkook growls and turns his shirt around without moving from his spot

- “uhh.. Jungkook? Your shirt is inside out now.”

- something in Jungkook’s mind snapped (imagine the sound of a vase breaking, it’s something equivalent to that)

- Jungkook takes off his shirt in fury and puts it back on, when he checks, it’s backward again

- he stands there for five minutes, angrily undressing and redressing

- Jimin gets a free show of Jungkook’s abs and back muscles and arms and just like. heyyy. no skin off his bones

- Taehyung appears next to him and immediately he knows that it was him that did it.

- Jimin gives Tae a fistbump

- what are bros for