this calls for some smut too

BTS Reaction to your neighbors calling the cops because of a “noise complaint”

Anon Requested:  bts reaction to the neighbors calling the cops/filing a noise complaint because they were being to loud last night (don’t want to be too direct in case there are younger kids in here yEET)

LMAO! Okay let’s be honest you could have been so descriptive with this requests and these little kids on my blog wouldn’t have bat an eye because of some of the smut I write so it’s okay lmao, I hope you like this!


Jungkook: Poor little Jungkook went from being the rough and dominant boyfriend in bed to such a timid and nervous boy in front of the cops. He looked guilty but still managed to tell the cops that the neighbors hearing was off because they were old.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Taehyung: Taehyung laughed it off when the cop spoke to him about such a noise complaint. “They’re liars! They’re two grouchy old ladies who get mad when we watch a movie, trust me, if we were making noise you’d know.” You smacked the back of his head trying to knock some sense into him as he was still talking to the police officer.

Originally posted by taesverynofun

Jimin: Jimin would rush back in the house going straight to the bedroom and fall flat on his face onto the mattress screaming into the pillow. “We have to move!” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing not being able to believe that your neighbors actually called the cops on you two.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Hoseok: “You were too loud! That was embarrassing (y/n).” You just laughed while shaking your head. “You’re the one who wanted me to be louder! If I can clearly recall you were the one who wanted everyone know who was fucking me so well.” You crossed your arms over your chest smirking as you had just won the bickering between you two.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Namjoon: He’d totally rat you out to the cops when they knocked at your front door. “Talk to her she’s the one who was screaming and making the so called noise.” You had to quickly yell from the other room that it was his fault because he was the one causing the pounding sounds to the wall, there was no way you were going to go down for this alone.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi: Yoongi would roll his eyes not thinking that what you two were doing was worthy of calling the cops. “Oh they’re just jealous that we can do what they can’t.” Your eyes would widen immediately but feel some sort of relief when the cop chuckled at your boyfriends words. Let’s just say you two were let off with a warning.

Originally posted by yoongichii

Jin: He’d act innocent the whole time while talking to the cops. “Oh I don’t know what they’re hearing but it surely isn’t us.” He’d give off a big smile and try to be as clueless as he could knowing he was the one making you scream for the past couple hours. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

archiveofourown.org
Got A Melancholic Temperament (that's what they said to me)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

A new meta with a strange ability has public opinion divided on whether she’s a menace or a miracle-worker. The jury’s still out on the matter when the Snart siblings get caught in her crosshairs.

Or: Leonard and Lisa end up temporarily de-aged. It’ll wear off, but in the meantime, Team Flash has to figure out what the heck to do with them and how to keep them safe. Inviting them to live at the West house seems like a natural, if terrible, solution.

Originally posted by all-decay

baby boy (M)

“Aww, is baby having a hard time?”

Originally posted by jeonwilds

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.2k

Content/Warnings: Mommy kink, this is pure filth guys i just had to get it out of my system


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Mijo // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Wowowow. Don’t @ me. @prettieparker86 , thank you sm! Ya really pushed me on this one. I hope you like it! 

Named after: My headcanon that that’s what Jeff’s mom calls him 99% of the time.

Warning: Some smut?


“Fuck. Jeff.” you managed to moan out.

You could feel him grinding into you, the soft lace of the thong you were wearing and the cotton of his boxer briefs too much friction for you to bear. The feeling of his cock rubbing against you sent moans flooding out of your mouth. You felt it everywhere, warm pressure building up in each end every one of your nerve endings. Your hips bucked up to meet his as he moved into you, his right hand squeezing your ass.

You could feel his lips, opening and closing against your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, tongue swiping over his bite marks. Your eyes were shut tightly, mouth panting out short breaths as though it would somehow relieve the build up that was happening in your core.

It was hot. Too hot. You could feel the sweat on your brow and on every inch of Jeff’s muscles that were pressed tightly against you.

When the pads of Jeff’s rough and callused hand, grasped at your breast you whimpered at his touch. Arching your back, you gripped his hair between your fingers.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking sexy right now” he panted into your skin.

His lips moved up your neck until they met yours. His tongue, tasting yours as you tried to manage everything you were feeling. You were soaked, you could feel it and you knew your boyfriend could too. Your body felt like it was on fire with Jeff thrusting against you.

Fuck- god, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you”, he said breathlessly, his mouth still on yours. You both exchanged the hot air between you, kissing the open mouth of the other when you felt you could. You nodded, eager to have him inside of you.

His hands pulled at the Victoria’s Secret labeled fabric and you whined, impatient to wait any longer.

“Mijo- Ahh!” his mother screamed as she entered the room.

The two of you turned to see both of his parents standing in Jeff’s room. Jeff moved quickly, covering the both of you with his sheets.

You could see the red of his father’s cheeks as the older man left the room. His mother, however, stood there covering her eyes with one hand, holding out her cell phone.

“Mom!” Jeff shouted.

“Can I look?” she asked, in response.

Jeff sighed dramatically, his cheeks covered in a red hue as he answered “Yes”.

His mother uncovered her eyes, smiling sheepishly at you, clearly aware of the intimate situation her and her husband had walked into.

“Your Abuela is on the phone, she wants to talk to you” she stated.

“La llamaré más tarde mamá, por favor deje” Jeff pleaded, switching languages to save himself from some of the embarrassment he was already experiencing. He figured this way you wouldn’t understand how pathetic his plea was.

“The call is international, and you know it’s nighttime in Puerto Rico Jeffrey-”

“Está bien, solo vete, saldré en un segundo,” he said quickly interrupting his mother.

She nodded, offering you yet another sympathetic smile before closing his bedroom door.

Jeff shut his eyes as he fell back onto his mattress.

“I thought you said they weren’t coming home until 5!” you whispered to him.

“That’s what the note they left said!” he whispered back.

“Are you sure it didn’t say 2?” you questioned, mortified his mother had seen you near naked with her son.

“Y/N, I just had to have a conversation with my mom while completely hard, can we please not do this right now?” he answered closing his eyes again.

“Fine…but you owe me”, you say, referring to the build of your climax that was abruptly interrupted.

He chokes out a dry laugh in response, nodding in agreement. The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes before he manages to get up to throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He moves to leave the room to speak to his grandmother, and you call out for him again. He turns, avoiding the sight of your still mostly unclothed body. His hand covered his eyes in the same fashion of his mother.

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

“The last thing I want is to talk to my Abuela with a hard-on.” he says gesturing to you. 

You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.

“Well, spray some cologne on or something before you go, you smell like sex.”

He shrugged as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“Fuck it, she already saw us…” he muttered on his way out.


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⌦ characters: jungkook, an idol that gets jealous and insecure easily but in the cutest ways. y/n, the idol’s playful long distance girlfriend that also happens to be a heavy sleeper and his rock.

⌦ genre + plot: fluff, smut mention, angst. the long-distance couple stays in touch via daily facetime calls and the occasional visit, but even then they crave each other. the idol acts on those desires, but not without a few bumps.

⌦ wc: 3,595

muse: bts’ jeongguk



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Haikyuu!! Fic Recs

No one asked for this, but I’ve been slouching for a while and wanted to be forgiven by actually doing a little bit of haikyuu-related work. So I scrolled through my ao3 history and picked some of my favourites fics of all times. Peachy. This is not all of my favourites, just a few really. I’ll probably post more of these posts, cause I read a shittons of fanfics, and some are really worth sharing. Hope you enjoy it! ~

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Part 1 - Part 2

Murder Time by kirsch-tein - 16k words, rated M, Completed, pairings: almost iwaoi, kagehina, daisuga, tsukkiyama, tsukkinoya, asanoya, ennotana, semitendou, ukatake

It’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. Had me laughing for days, really! Basically, in a college au, it’s a bloody murder night and no one’s safe.

Against All Odds by SharkbaitSekki - 93k words, rated T, Completed, pairings: iwaoi, daisuga

I periodically go back reading this cause it’s so perfect! A Single Dad Au in which Kuroo, Bokuto, Daichi and Oikawa have to deals with all the joys and problems (lots of problems really!) that comes with a single-parenthood.

What Are the Chances? by jellyfish_kuchen -60k words, rated E, Completed, pairings: iwaoi, daisuga, bokuaka, kuroken

Top best ingredients here! Figure skater Akaashi, deals with some family drama, an obnoxious and buff hockey player Bokuto, babysit his adorable nephew Shouyou and other things I don’t want to spoil. ~ One of my favourites, definitely. And I don’t know if it could be triggering to you, but better safe than sorry, there’s some homophobia here from some characters. And some well written smut. Also,it’s part of a series, and that’s always a plus to me!

Of Monsters and Men by shions_heart -220k words, rated M, Completed, pairings: iwaoi, kuroken, bokuaka, and lots of other side pairings, which includes some queerplatonic bokuakakuroken (SCREAMING HERE)

Settled in a Demons/Magic/Faeries Au, Oikawa, an half-demon goes to Aoba Johsai’s School for Hunters with his best friend Iwa-chan. Shit happens here and there, and suddenly the world is on the verge of falling in the hands of the Demon King himself. A really good fic with drama, lots of blood, magic, and great setting. I really thrive on some quality AUs. trigger warnings: temporary character death, some smut.

We call her Harley Queen by Smokey310 - 8k words, rated T, Completed, pairings: kurotsukki, side kagehina, yamayachi, and bokuaka

When I read this fic I started wheezing on the bus cause I was laughing too much. This whole series had me laughing for days,really. It’s one of the best thing I’ve ever read! It has everything I could ask for: lots of jokes, embarrassing situations, dorks being dorks, and a bird mating call that is “shit shit shit shit”. Also,part of a series, so kudos!

Daredevil on a slope by Smokey 310- 124k words, rated M, Completed, pairings: kurotsukki, bokuaka, BOKUKUROAKATSUKKI

Winter chalet, shenanigans on snow, Akiteru and Saeko being the best, and most of all BOKUKUROAKATSUKKI This fic had my polyships sense tingling. And also wheezed again on the bus from laughing. Part of the same series as “We call her Harley Queen”.

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 2)

Word Count: 7k

Summary:  Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

Kinks included in this chapter: Skype sex- overstimulation- choking- grinding (pillow fucking- is that a thing?- it should be a thing)

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse

NSFW links:  These are the videos that inspired the first, second, and third smut parts. (this is porn guys ok)

(gif credit)

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Final Part

                 The bruises on your body ached dully as you adjusted your position on the bed. Once again you were at the receiving end of one of his alcohol induced rages. He being the man that some called your father but that you no longer did. Not since your mother left him for someone else and he started directing all his feelings of anger and inadequacy at you. Never mind that you were abandoned too, all he saw in you was a scapegoat to place all the blame on so he wouldn’t have to face himself.

He constantly compared you to other people ever since you were an innocent and faultless little child. He yelled at you and beat you up for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, for not being pretty enough, and who should be the shining example that you were supposed to live up to? The one person you got the most grief for not being more like? It was Taehyung himself.

You went through hell because of him, because he couldn’t just be a normal guy who liked drinking and fucking around. No, he had to be Mr. Perfect, and the more perfect he got, the harsher your abuse became.

You’ve hated him for so long. Every day you fantasized about getting your revenge on him. You daydreamed about bringing the golden boy to his knees and ruining his life, but these remained just fantasies, mental devices designed to get you through the day, until the golden boy started showing an interest in you. He played himself right into your hands and you couldn’t be blamed for seizing the opportunity.

Moans wafted towards you from your phone. One the screen you could see a guy lying down on a bed with his shirt pulled up and his pants around his thighs. His hand was moving almost imperceptibly over his dick.  

“___, please, I need to cum, please.” Taehyung’s voice was strained. You glanced at the time and saw that the video call was closing in on an hour already.

“You’ll cum when I say you can. Remember, stop touching yourself when you get too close. You better not pull any tricks.” You said sternly. It was 3:27 in the morning. You had called him an hour ago knowing that you had a very important test tomorrow, but also knowing that he wouldn’t dare ignore your call.

You watched the hands of the top student, the same hands that he used to ace tests and accept academic awards, move to the chorus of his moans that ended in a mewl as he pulled his hand off of himself, his stomach convulsing as he tried to fight off the orgasm he craved. You could see how close he was, his cock that rested on his stomach left a clear fluid where the tip touched the skin. This must be torture for him, and yet the second he took his hand off his cock, he pulled up his shirt that had inched down from all his thrashing and played with the exposed nipples for you.

“You’re such a good boy.” You cooed. He really was. He always did everything you asked of him and more, and that would be his downfall.

You ran your eyes over the part of Taehyung’s body that was exposed to your eyes and captured by the camera. You could almost feel the warmth radiating to you from his pretty sun-kissed skin, the skin you had kissed and caressed more devoutly than a pagan kisses his stone idol. He was pretty all over. If you weren’t doing this for revenge, you would probably still have had him as your pet. He was too pretty to pass up.  

“Where is your pussy, puppy?” You chirped and he sucked in a breath. His ‘pussy’ is the name you gave to the transparent silicone stroker you gave him. It was a cheap toy and you rarely allowed him to use it, but he loved it so much. It was the only tight thing, besides the times you felt charitable enough to deepthroat him, that he got to feel around his cock. The camera jumped around as Taehyung moved to go get the toy. When he was back, he showed it to you and waited impatiently for your next instruction.

“Well, what are you waiting around for? Lube it up and use it.”

The moment the toy slipped around his cock, his body eased up completely like an ex-smoker who was taking his first drag in decades, before he started moving it over himself and tensed up again, the muscles in his arm flexing as he went for it.

“No, don’t do it like that. It’s a pussy, you have to thrust up into it.” You had specifically chosen a transparent toy for these purposes, you wanted to still be able to see Taehyung’s dick even while he used it.  He obeyed, ass lifting off the bed to welcome the toy’s tight and wet embrace. His bed squeaked under him but he was too far gone to worry about anyone hearing him.

Seeing him fuck the toy like that made you envious. When you had first took him in, his moves were shy and sloppy, but you’ve since put him through enough for him to know exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and your hungry eyes watching him sent signals to your pussy to contract around the phantom cock you were imagining pounding into it to the pace of Taehyung’s thrusts.

This little session was intended as torture for him, so why were you getting affected as well?

“Stop,” You ordered the squirming boy.

“But I’m not that close yet. I can control it.” Oh, he definitely was close. He just wanted a few more moments of pleasure even if he wasn’t going to disobey you and cum without your permission.

“I don’t remember asking for your input. Move the camera closer to your cock, I wanna see all the precum you have for me.”  

He moved the camera downwards until all you could was the engorged head of his cock bulging out from the open end of the toy, another quality you have carefully chosen, loving the sight of his perfectly shaped head. The amount of precum that had spilled out didn’t disappoint you, and Taehyung touched it with his finger then pulled them back, showing you the sticky strings it made.

“Good boy,” You praised. “That’s enough for today, put the toy away and go to sleep.”

“G-go to sleep? But I didn’t cum yet.”

“And?”

“I can’t go to sleep like this!” He protested hotly but then remembered who he was talking to and said much more meekly, “We have a test tomorrow, I won’t be able to concentrate like this.”

“Are you questioning my judgement?”

“No, god, no!”

“Are you saying I don’t know how to take care of my pet?”

“No, you always treat me so well.”  The way he said that, the sincerity in his voice, had you almost believing him. If only you didn’t know how untrue that was.

“I may be your dom but that doesn’t mean I’m forcing you to stay with me. If you think I affect your studies negatively, you’re more than welcome to leave.” That wasn’t true as well. You only said that because you knew he would never do it.

And just like you had predicted…“No, it’s fine. It’s more than fine. After all, you know best.” He backed down.

You had to add something in; if you kept on being this aggressive he might start suspecting your intentions. “You’re smart, puppy, everyone knows that, but I want to know just how focused you can be. If you can refrain from touching yourself tonight and still go on tomorrow and ace that test, I will give you something you really, really want.”

What was the thing that Taehyung wanted so bad he was willing to jeopardize his perfect academic record? Sex with you. You’d never allowed it to him before… and you weren’t going to allow it to him ever, but he didn’t need to know that. You let him believe that if he obeyed you, he’d finally have you completely, so he wouldn’t think about your real intentions of undermining him. It didn’t matter what he thought you’d give him, he would fail anyway. Taehyung always had to get a full night of sleep before any exam he took, and you disturbed that. Additionally, you made him painfully hard and left him high and dry, and that ought to really mess him up.

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Guilty Pleasure (3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him?

Genre: Smut / Angst / Drama (y’all it’s goin d o w n)

Word Count: 2,071

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by peppermintfish

After you stayed at Yixing’s you weren’t supposed to be back until Sunday. However, you made up some sort of excuse so you could go home. The sex wasn’t bad, in fact, it was great, but that did little to calm the war waging between your mind and your heart.

Byun Baekhyun.

The man you had once called your best friend and Byun Baekhyun were now two different people and you just didn’t know what to do. You refused to believe Yixing, however, because it was just impossible.

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Broken Up

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Request (summarized): Can i request one, where dean and the reader used to date but Dean turned into a demon and Sam asks for the reader’s help? They find out about a strip club that he visits regularly and reader pretends to be a stripper that doesn’t know Dean. He asks for a private show and urges her to admit that she’s the reader who denies it, but tells him a story of how she used to date this one guy, but they broke up and she is dating his brother now to make Dean jealous, ending up in smut?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: This one…oh boy…


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anonymous asked:

Can i request a Jaypark smut where you're in charge for the night and you overstimulate him (maybe some post-orgasm torture) and he's begging and a mess and y/n is darkskin plus sized girl? I love you're writing!

Retaliate(AMBW):

Eyeing Jay, you could feel yourself getting more upset as he stares at the girl in front of him. You were going to let it go until he licked his lips and that’s when you had enough. Letting his hand go you walked away from Jay and he snapped out of his trance calling your name but it was too late. You didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say anymore. Smirking wickedly as you flipped your hair back over your shoulder swinging your hips you made sure by your walk Jay knew what he did was wrong.

Sitting back at your house, you pondered over what to do to the male. Biting on your lip, you drummed your fingers against your leg humming softly. You loved Jay and there was no question in your mind that he loved you, he just had a habit of looking at everything with legs. Which was not a bad thing, you had caught yourself eye fucking the shit out of Simon for a week straight when Jay wasn’t there or he was busy and you were stuck with Simon, but when he was there your mind stayed focused on him. He struggled with that, yes you were over-weight but you weren’t some horrid creature. You were just curvy and yes you were black it shouldn’t be a surprise, that’s why he was drawn to you because you had what he wanted. But sometimes his mind wandered and for the first month of your relationship you argued about if he wanted you or not. It was so bad you almost broke about it so you agreed for his sake that you would be more confident in yourself. He didn’t always act so rash when it came to looking at other women but in your mind maybe it was time to spice things up a bit. Standing up, you walked towards your bedroom looking at your phone lighting up once again. With a soft laugh, you texted Jay the command to come over night giving him any other insight or explaining yourself because you knew he would be here.

Moving around your room you started to dress yourself slowly in favorite things you knew would make him loose his mind for. Getting out a black lace one piece outfit that had strings along your back keeping it out, you reached your hand down to tie it into a bow around your ass. Your breast stood proudly against the lace, your nipple piercings rubbing against the fabric gently. Shuddering you pulled up some thigh highs that were silk white with bowties on the middle of them. Grabbing at your favorite pair of red pumps you placed your makeup on slowly and sat in your black desk chair waiting for him.

Jay got to your house in under thirty minutes he had been worried and slightly annoyed with you for not returning his phone calls and he had a right mind to put you in your place. He unlocked your door with the keys you gave him, taking off his shoes and setting down his overnight bag because he wasn’t leaving again unless you two got into a horrible fight but he tried to think positive. Jay walked down the hallway slowly, wondering why there was nothing on because you were usually in the kitchen or front room. There was no smell of a cooked meal, and he had to admit he felt a bit empty. Jay saw the light peeking out from the bottom of your door as he advanced down the hallway, pushing it open his eyes met with yours as he took a wordless step back. He knew something was up and it was confirmed with how good you looked in that outfit that you rarely wore.

“What is this?” Jay asked coming inside after collecting himself. His eyes dashing over your plump thighs that he wanted around his waist, how he wanted to press his tongue against your breast. Hold you close and fuck you nice and hard until the bed was protesting from how he slammed into your brown voluptuous body.

“Come in.” You said softly beckoning him forward with a finger. Jay stepped in a bit closer. “Sit.” You pointed to the bed and Jay frowned but sat down nevertheless. Your eyes roaming over his defined figure, a black polo on his body and baggy jeans but fuck did he always look so good to you.

“How are you?” You asked teasing him playing with your nails crossing one leg over the other flicking your tongue across your bottom lip.

“I’m worried and wondering why you’re acting like this.” Jay sighed ruffling his hands through his long black locks. “Why did you leave like that Y/N? I was so embarrassed.” He groaned softly looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Well that makes two of us.” You cut in eyes glaring at him before you lifted your hands in the air taking deep breaths.

“Excuse me?” Jay asked sitting up straight looking at you as if you had slapped him.

“You heard me. I was really disappointed in you Jay. I thought to myself, damn not this again. My man is doing it again? But anything for a fat ass, right?” You asked laughing softly. Realization slowly etched onto his face as he crumpled and leaned forward trying to explain himself.

“Baby-“ You cut him off lifting a hand up and Jay could feel his cheeks heat up at how you were acting.

“Nope. No baby this and baby that. You do the same thing every time and you expect me to be okay with it. I had to look in the mirror and tell myself it wasn’t me. Because it’s not, and I would hope if you were bored with me then you’d know not to let the door hit your ass on the way out.” You said simply placing your hands down in your lap crossing them as your eyes roamed his figure.

“Of course you know I’m not bored! Or I wouldn’t be here!” Jay shouted and you nodded your head smirking.

“See, you’ll tell me whatever I want to hear just to keep me happy and get your dick wet huh?” You asked as your eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Alright fuck this I’m out if you want to act like that I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jay got up to leave and you waited for him to get to the door, anger washing over you as you tried to control it, taking one deep breath you called out his name.

“Park Jaebum. If you walk out that door you are never coming back, not tomorrow or next week. And I’m never going to find you either. You can start packing up all your shit if that’s the case because baby I don’t need you.” Getting up out of the chair, you pressed your hands down against the dresser pushing one leg back from the other. You knew he loved these games of push and pull, usually he was daddy for a good reason but tonight you wanted to change that. It was risky, and you didn’t know how it would go but seeing him freeze and turn around to look at you with pleading eyes that held a fire you knew you were doing good.

“What do you want me to do then Y/N? You’re basically calling me a liar and trying to say I don’t love you when I damn well know my heart.” Jay half raised his voice as his face turned red.

“You’ll do anything I say?” You asked arching your back a bit bouncing lightly on your heels back and forth, Jay couldn’t help how his eyes trailed down to your plump bottom that he wanted to smack, he was almost at a loss for words thinking about how it would be to have your ass bouncing back on his dick as you wrapped your silk like walls around him.

“Baby, my eyes are up here.” You teased him but pressed your breast together giving him a wild smile as your hair fell into your eyes. Jay was hooked, sighing he leaned against the door frame.

“Yeah, whatever you want I will do it.” He lifted his hands in defeat.

“Strip then.” You commanded. Jay looked at you, about to ask if you were serious but he saw the look on your face. Rolling his eyes, he stripped off his shirt throwing it onto the floor, his muscles and abs on display decorated by dark ink.

“Good boy. Pants next.” You nodded with your head and Jay rolled his eyes.

“Fuck that you’re not treating me like a child.” He said at the door way.

“Saying the man acting like a child. Either drop those pants or get out. I’m sure Simon would love to do it for me.” You hit below the belt and in the back of your mind fear screamed for you to shut up because if he left you would be a sobbing mess on the bed. Jay was livid beyond words, looking at you for a long hard time and he almost made you back down. But you remembered a few words is nothing compared to a few looks. Tilting your head, you looked in his eyes waiting for his move. Jay shook his head undoing his pants he dropped them down to the floor stepping out of them.

“On the bed, please sir.” You tried a different approach until you got him where you wanted him. Jay watched you before he slowly took his time to get on the bed, moving to lean his back against the headboard.

“Gotcha.” You thought as you moved towards him slowly, straddling his waist you cupped his cheeks softly looking in his eyes. Jay leaned into your touch but you saw the defiance there. Licking across his bottom lip you initiated a kiss between the two of you that was anything but slow and gently. His plump lips smacking against yours, his teeth clamping down on your bottom lip calling your submissive side out with his actions. Your hands tangled in his hair for a bit pulling on the strands as you kissed him back. After a while you rolled your hips down against his, creating a soft friction for the both of you. Your hands moved to grab at the handcuffs you placed under the bed. You lifted his left arm up, taking a somewhat deep breath against his lips you handcuffed his left arm to the headboard. Jay was caught off guard cursing giving you time to reach over to the other side and grab the other handcuff almost running out of time as you struggled to cuff him down. Rolling off him you watched as Jay looked at you with a death glare.

“Is this funny to you?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I’m all about being serious right now. I’m punishing you to deny you of the things you really want. Because I can’t break up with you I fucking love your dumb horny ass too much but if you don’t get it right this time then I will let you walk out that door and never come back.” You admitted as you walked to your desk grabbing a long white feather. Jay kept his mouth shut, though he was feeling angry he told himself that no matter what it was better than a breakup. “All the things I’m going to do to you.” You admitted sitting the feather down on the bed. You walked out of the room making your way to the kitchen grabbing your cup of ice from the freezer. Smirking you moved to turn the stove on low heating up food you had cooked for Jay much earlier in the day tricking him into thinking he had nothing because you were sure after this he would have an appetite and you may not have legs. Yours hands searched the fridge for your whip cream and a cherry popsicle that had ice cream on the inside of it. Making your way back to him you put everything down crawling on the bed between his legs. Spreading them open you pulled down his boxers until he was left in nothing, Grabbing the popsicle you unwrapped it looking at Jay.

“My baby isn’t hard yet so, we need to fix that.” You cooed out, licking on the frozen substance until it started to melt you placed it on his lower stomach close to the base of his dick. Jay bit harshly on his bottom lip jerking at the cuffs but you tried not to focus on what he was going through. Your hand grabbed at your feather, running it up and down his abs and over his nipples. You watched his body become littered in goosebumps soft reluctant moans falling from his hips as his head rolled back. Smirking you pressed the feather against his twitching member, rubbing the tip of the soft item against the opening of his dick head. Jay cursed jerking his hips and you enjoyed every moment of it, circling the feather around his tip as his member jumped. Your free hand grabbed at his balls and you played with him watching him moan and writhe against the bed.

“Does it feel good baby?” You asked him with a wicked smile, he growled at you, wanting to say more but you started to drag the feather up and down the underside of his dick near his sensitive spots and veins. The popsicle slowly melted on his skin, you leaned down to lick up some of the sticky substance letting your tongue lick around his base. Letting your hand go from his balls you gripped at the popsicle rubbing it up and down his shaft coating him with it before you let your tongue lean down to flick across his balls quickly. Wrapping your lips around them sucking on each one, gently nibbling on the sack as your tongue drug across it. Jay was bucking his hips up into nothing but air, the feather tickling him and making his back arch. You moved your mouth to lick under his dick attacking his personal sensitive special spot sucking on it. The feather went to his balls, Jay rolled his back as precum oozed from his tip. You licked your way up to the top licking him clean and nibbling on his head, wrapping your lips around him to give a few sucks before he was cursing out your name spilling his cum into your mouth. You were shocked at how easy he gave it, but greedily you lapped at the bitter sweet substance that painted your tongue.

Pulling back, you sucked a bit on the popsicle rubbing the rest of it up and down his chest until it was all smeared. You leaned forward to lick it off your tongue dancing across his skin that was still shuddering and trying to calm down. You moved the feather to tickle at his limp member getting it hard again. Reaching over for an ice cube, you rubbed it around his tip causing Jay to cry out in short pain, the freezing block of ice hurting a bit. You loved it so much, he shook his head no not wanting the stimulation but you kept it there until it was melted water. Leaning down you lapped at it licking the water from his tip. You gripped at another ice cube but pressed it into your mouth this time. Sucking on it letting it melt on your tongue you blew cool air onto Jay’s penis watching the member becoming even harder and red at the tip. Smirking you opened your mouth letting some of the water fall onto his shaft making a loud slurping noise. Jay groaned shuddering and watching you, his hair starting to fall into his eyes. You waited until the cool ice was gone, instantly leaning down you wrapped your cold lips around the hardened shaft. Bobbing your head up and down you worked yourself up to deepthroating him and letting him rest at the back of your throat for periods of time. Swallowing around his shaft and hollowing his cheeks. You took your mine with him, your tongue moving to lick from side to side under his dick, wrapping around it and licking across his tip. You loved how he cried out for you, how his hands fisted and he lightly pulled on the handcuffs. He was moaning your name louder, his chest rising and falling quickly, little beads of sweat collecting on his body and you were more than proud with what you were doing. Staring to make slurping noises on him you bobbed your head up and down faster, your cheeks hollowing out some so that you could create a tighter suction space for him. He was trying to not rut his hips but you encouraged him grabbing one of his hips to help him push up against your face. Gripping at an ice cube you placed it against the underside of his dick rubbing it down to his balls and back up, the spit from your lips dripping down to the base of his shaft, and against his balls. Jay’s head rolled back, mouth agape as he gave out another shuddering cry and came again, his hips snapping up against your face as he emptied his load.

“Baby please.” He stared in a cracked voice, his mouth falling open as you pulled back and cleaned him off for a second time. You shook your head getting of the bed going to get your vibratex from the closet. Pulling it up into the wall beside the bed, you let the setting rest on high, rubbing it up and down the underside of his dick. Jay cried out as his body became red, you knew it was probably hurting him because he never came so much back to back and it was going to get harder for him to do so.

“It hurts baby please, I’m sorry.” Jay begged but you weren’t listening. Climbing back on the bed you grabbed at the whip cream, shaking it up you popped the top off spraying some on his chest and on his thighs. Your tongue slowly flicking across his skin, marking your territory with your teeth as you bit down on parts of his body. Your mouth playing with his nipples. Leaning down you cleaned the white substance from his thighs pressing the vibrating head against his balls watching his feet plant into the bed as he lifted his hips. Your mouth planted wet kisses along his skin until you were breathing in his scent at his neck, sucking little hickeys on each side, finding his spots easily you played with them moaning against his ear to tease further.

You pulled back, looking down at an angry red shaft, you gripped him by the base of his dick pressing the vibrating head fully against his slit opening. He gritted his teeth you could see the pain from the overstimulation in his face. He wanted relief and to not cum again but you had plans for at least two more rounds. Letting his dick go, you grabbed at the feather rubbing it up and down his dick to tickle him. Your hand dropped the feather, gripping his large appendage with your hand you jerked him off quickly, letting the vibrator stay against his head. Jay couldn’t help but snap his hips up though he was hating this. He could feel his lower stomach tighten up and he tried to tell you in so many cluttered words to stop but you weren’t listening. Having too much fun and enjoying his pleas of cries for you to stop. You leaned down licking across his lower stomach biting on the skin and nibbling at his hips, you pulled back the vibrator from his tip watching as the cum spilled from his dick. You groaned softly leaning down to lick it up slowly, turning the vibrator off you stood up and started to undress yourself slowly. Jay shed a single tear, his body shaking as he took deep breaths and tried to steady himself.

You moved to take your clothes off piece by piece, until you were just left in your thigh highs moving to straddle him again. You placed his tip against your soaked folds, rubbing your wet slit, you mewled in pleasure rolling your head back, you were enjoying it too much to the point you were going to cum like that. Moving to lower yourself onto him, moving to grab the key from under the pillows you started to free him but it was a bad mistake. Jay flipped you over and he started to pound deep into you, his hands gripping onto your hips into a bruising manner.

“Fuck this shit hurts so bad, but I’m going to fuck the hell out of you I promise.” Jay growled, slapping his hips against yours. His mouth leaned down latching onto your nipples he sucked on the plump flesh, moving to grab at your ass cheeks slamming you down onto his shaft. His hips connected with yours he made sure that he didn’t break the contact with you. His dick brushing against your silk walls as you wrapped tightly around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he slammed deep into you. Your hips felt sore, your hands moving up to scratch down his biceps as he pressed against you. He leaned down connecting your lips, his tongue shoving into your mouth to create a heated frenzy. His hand moved to slide against your clit up and down the pink bud harshly. Your hips bucked up against his, little cries escaped your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching your body. Your hips rolled against his as he fucked against your spot, your body was becoming succumbed to the pleasure, your hands moved to scratch down his back, pulling him close to you as he pounded you into the bed.

“Jay-Jay!” You cried out shaking under him, as your orgasm ripped through yourself. You shook under him squeezing around his shaft as he milked you for everything you had. He buried his head in your neck, continuing to rut his hips against yours he spilled his cum inside of you, only a few thick ropes coming out due to how many times he had came. He rocked his hips slowly against yours before he fell on you. You smirked rubbing your hands up and down his back kissing on his jaw slowly. He rolled off you pulling you to his body.

“How do you feel?” You asked softly cupping his cheeks peppering him with kisses.

“Like if I cum again all that will come out is a white flag with the words bang on it.” He admitted with a soft chuckle and you covered your face shaking your head.

“Then we don’t have to do it for a while, I made you food.” You smiled drawing your fingers against his tattoos.

“Oh baby girl.” Jay said gripping at your chin making you look in his eyes. “You better hope that after I eat my body doesn’t feel replenished. Because I’m going to make sure that you’re crying when I’m done.”

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In moments of Silence (Jacob Black x Reader)

———————— Fandom: Twilight ———————— Warnings: almost gets into smut, mainly just kissing ———————— Summary: You are spending some quality too me with your boyfriend Jacob, when new events change your plans. ———————— Author’s note: First off! Paragraphing is off right now because my phone is stupid af, but it will be fixed tomorrow evening! hope you enjoy! It would be great for you all to check out my previous posts. Especially my new Jasper fanfic and my call for help with a masterlist. Thank you all! ————————

Life with the Cullen’s hadn’t always been the easiest, but due to recent events things seemed to be more difficult than ever.

You sat upright on the couch in the bright open area of the Cullen household, with a copy of your favorite book placed in your hands. Your family had all left for a small hunting trip that morning, but you had decided to stay behind on this one.

 It was supposed to rain today anyways, and you didn’t feel like getting into that today. As a result of your families absence you had the place to yourself in complete silence.

You nearly dropped your book to the ground, but your agile body remained in tact as you heard a loud knock at the door. You had walked over to see who might be there. In a half crouch position you peered through the curtains, only to see a a tall, tan, muscular body, dripping wet from the rain that had just began. A figure you could only assume to be the astounding, yet hated, Jacob Black. The same one that you had been able to call your “secret boyfriend” for nearly 3 months,

You opened the door and let him in. “Jacob, what are you doing here. You know our families don’t get along. Why would you think for a second that it would be safe to come here.”

  “Billy wanted me to stop by. He didn’t say much, he just wanted to know if Carlisle was out. I volunteered to come over, knowing that it would at least give me a chance to see you.” His arm moved behind your body, placing hand on your back and pulling you closer to him so that he could place a long, passionate kiss upon your lips.

  “Well you couldn’t have chosen a better time. As you can tell, my family isn’t home right now.”

  “I noticed. Where are they exactly? And how long do I have before I need to head back out?”

  “They left about an hour ago for a hunting trip. I doubt they will be back for a few more.”

 He smiled at your response, giving you another one of his most loving kisses. You kissed back as you placed your hand in his chest, which uncommonly was clothed much to your dismay. You scoffed as you realized that he was still soaked from being outside. “We need to get you dried off.”

“That would be nice.”

You walked him up to the second story of your home, and first into the bathroom where you could grab a towel.

  “Take off your clothes.” You demanded.

He coughed, shocked from your previous statement. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “Did we not just say we were going to get your dried off? If you hadn’t noticed that won’t work very well, with wet clothes on.”

“Oh, right.” He almost stuttered out. He went to undo each of the buttons on his shirt. You watched him intently as he did so. Only in the third button you decided to pitch in.

 “Let me help you out with that.” He smiled, his eyes growing wider with each button you touched. You let your fingertips gently trace his muscular torso as you worked your way up. Once the top button was undone he slid off the shirt and you looked into his eyes. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. You turned away, but he pulled you back for another.

 You decided to not pull away from this one. Instead of you moving, he stood up from his seat and pulled you closer to his body. His unclothed chest against your body. You hands roamed over his abs and up to his perfectly carved jawline. The kiss intensified with every second.

Only moments later his tongue had passed through your lips as it began to explore inside of your mouth. Jacobs hands ran down your back, sending a chill up your spine, they landed on your hips as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He walked you over to your bedroom. He made his way over to your bed, which wasn’t commonly used, but you sure were happy that you had for this situation.

He laid you down against a few pillows as he hovered above your body. His hands moved down your stomach and he found the hem of your shirt. He played with it between his fingers to tease you until he finally pulled it over your head. With that being that singular moment that broke your lustful kissing he took the time to speak.

 “I didn’t seem quite fair that I was the only one without clothes on, now did it?”

  “I don’t know, I enjoyed it quite a lot.”

  He chuckled. “Yes, well I’m sure that you did.”

  His hands hand now made their way to your jeans. He unzipped them and slid them off of your body.

 He worked his way back up and looked deep into your eyes. “Are you sure that you want this, (y/n)? I would never push you into something…”

You hushed him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I have never wanted anything more, not with anyone, only you Jacob.”

He continued to kiss you passionately after your remark. His mouth finding its way to your neck. He sucked hard on whatever spots he found to please you the most. His hands were roaming all of your body, as did yours to his, as he snaked them under your back to find the clasp of your bra.

  Nothing could have ruined this moment for you, except. “(Y/n)!” Your name was yelled in a deep voice from your doorway.

“Carlisle! Is that Jacob?” The two new voices in the room clearly belonged to your parents.

You rolled off the bed and into the floor. You got redressed as quickly as possible with your vampire speed.

Jacob stood up quickly.

  “What are you all doing home so early!” You asked. You had never seen Carlisle so infuriated before. You had never seen such a look on your mother’s face. A look that was a combination of anger, shock, and utter disappointment. Things that definitely did not mix well.

Carlisle had gotten from the doorway to the opposite wall of your room with Jacob pinned under his arm.

“Mr. Cullen! Please. Just give me a…”

  Carlisle cut him off. “You do not deserve anything. You are lucky that you aren’t already dead. That is my daughter in which…” Carlisle stopped his own sentence that time with a look of disgust on his face as he thought about the scenario his daughter was just taking part in.

You had ran over to try to stop him, but Esme had gotten to you too fast. She held you back, but you managed I yell out,“ Carlisle! Listen to me please! Everyone just calm down.”

Even during your words Carlisle had punched Jacob. The result of Carlisles strength and Jacob strong physique left a hole in your wall. You screamed at the contact.

Jacob fell down to the floor as Carlisle released his hold. Esme tried to hold you back, but to look of Jacob gave you the strongest desire to free her arms. You ran and dropped to his side. You ran your hands through his hair and examined his face. Thankfully, the collision of Carlisle’s fist and his face only give him a broken nose.

You stood up and angrily said,“ You know it isn’t very often that the doctor is the one causing the injuries.”

Esme followed back before Carlisle could speak. “Young lady, you should not talk like that to us!”

  “Young lady? Mother! I’m technically 79!”

  “I don’t care how old you are. You are our daughter. Not biologically, but every since you were turned we have taken you under our wing. Your our little girl! You are a Cullen! He is a Black! You are fraternizing with the enemy!” Carlisle spoke next.

“Jacob is not a bad guy! He isn’t like the others.” You fought back.

Jacob stood up from his position on the floor. “With all due respect sir, I would never do anything to hurt your daughter. I love her. I know you all don’t approve just yet, but I would love to talk things through. Anything I can do to gain your trust is worth it.” You kissed him.

Carlisle groaned. Esme spoke trying to release the tension. “Innocent until proven guilty. We have just the time as well. To answer your previous question (y/n), we had just come home to tell you that we were planning a baseball game for this afternoon. Jacob is welcome to join.”

  You smiled. You ran to hug your mother. “Thank you. Thank you.” You repeated.

  Esme spoke again. “If he survives tonight then he deserves everything. I doubt he will make it past the girls, just wait until he gets to the boys.”

  Carlisle laughed. “Mischievous darling. God, I love the way you think.” The couple shared a kiss then exited the room.

You held your head and turned to Jacob. “Up for a game of ball?” You asked with a smile.

You handed him his clothes. “I would be delighted, if I thought the baseball would be hit with the bat more than I would.”

You laughed. “Don’t worry. We can talk to them. They just have to give you a chance.”

He kissed you. “Your optimism could outshine the rain, but I’m afraid it can’t hold back the entire storm.”

You smiled. What a way he had with words. You would definitely be needing more where that came from later that evening.

Originally posted by ladystonheart

Coquette

bts x fuckgirl!reader (ft. kim yugyeom) high school!au | warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

summary: High school was the moment where everyone’s hormones blew up out of control, and you definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed. Typically, you’d hear the stories about evil boys playing and using girls, but that wasn’t the case; at least not when it came to you. Some called you scandalous, but you knew what you wanted, and aiming for the kill was as simple as uttering the words “I love you” to a boy who had fallen in far too deep to realize where he went wrong.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

continuation status: yes | possibly | no

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♥ "Don't go", Sterek.

For you, my dear, I had planned to write some bottom Derek smut, but all my ideas for this had feelings all over them. So I wrote them all instead of picking one. I hope you enjoy it!

Four times Stiles and Derek say “Don’t go,” and two times they are exactly where they want to be (for @pale-silver-comb)


Derek’s voice is sleep roughened but edged with a practiced concerned awareness, gained from too many late night emergency phone calls, “Stiles? What’s wro-”

“Derek!” Sites interrupts with his usual exuberance, tinged with the softened slur of unaccustomed drunkenness, and Derek relaxes marginally as Stiles continues. “How are you man? I haven’ seen you in like- wha’ time izzit?” Stiles whips his phone away from his ear to check the time, but he’s too intoxicated to fight his own momentum and ends up twirling after the arc of his arm, stumbling. He barely manages to catch himself before he falls to the ground, but Derek is on his feet and getting dressed as soon as he hears the muttered “Oh, shit.”

Before he can yell for the human, he hears an honest to god giggle through the tiny speaker, and he relaxes ever so slightly. He can hear the indistinct baseline of something irritating and popular distantly playing in the background, the sound of the wind a low whistle through the phone line, and Stiles, laughing.

“Stiles, where are you?” Derek is grabbing his keys and toeing on shoes as he prepares to collect the human before he can get into trouble. Beacon Hills is relatively safe, if you don’t count the supernatural threats, but a good looking and clearly intoxicated seventeen year old shouldn’t be out wanting the streets at one thirty in the morning.

“I wuzzat a party with Scott. But he left with this girl, an’ he said I shouldn’ stay long, but he was ‘sposed to be my ride, and Der’k, I’m drunk,” he finishes seriously. “I’m drunk, an’ I can’t call my dad, and you’re like, my bes’ friend, an’ your car is awesome, an’ i-“

Derek is caught off guard by the sincerity in Stiles’ voice, but he focuses on the rising panic and cuts him off with a gentle, “Hey, just tell me where you are, I’ll be right there.”

Stiles slurs through his location, and Derek is relieved to hear it’s only a few minutes away. He keeps Stiles talking as he speeds to close the distance faster, and the wave of pure relief that washes over him at the sight of Stiles slumped against a lamppost is like an electric shock.

Stiles pours himself into the passenger seat with more grace than he usually possesses and flashes Derek a grateful smile. He’s more tired and regretful drunk than boisterous drunk now, and he lets his head rest heavily against the seat as Derek drives at a much slower speed toward the Stilinski house.

“Thank you for coming to get me, Der,” Stiles’ voice is clearer, but small sounding, his words not quite their usual crispness. “I’m glad it’s you, because I don’t have to worry about not saying how burning hot Derek is, or how I want him to push me up against a wall and kiss me, because you’re not him, and, oh fuck! You’re you!” he says accusingly, as if Derek had forgotten who he was talking to, and not the other way around.

Derek can feel the hot blush color his ears and flash down his neck at the image Stiles paints with his accidental confession.

“Stiles,” he begins, gently, but Stiles doesn’t let him finish.

“Derek, can we please blame the alcohol and forget that pretty much this whole night happened?”

Derek considers it. Stiles is clearly embarrassed, his scent gone sour and his heartbeat unsteady. It would be easy to ignore it, he’s had plenty of practice ignoring his feelings. But if Stiles wants him, and he doesn’t have to pretend he doesn’t want him back- why should he? “What if I don’t want to?”

Stiles gasps, and it sends a shiver down Derek’s spine. “You- what?”

“We’ll talk when you’re-recovered. Alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” Stiles doesn’t sound convinced

After a brief internal argument, Derek reaches over and takes hold of Stiles’ hand and gives a reassuring squeeze. He’s immeasurably gratified when Stiles sighs happily and the tension melts out of him, his scent spiking sharply with contentment, fingers wriggling slightly to settle between Derek’s. Derek can hardly suppress the echoing sigh from his own chest.

Stiles careens back to drunken rambling quick enough to make Derek’s head spin, but since Stiles is now using their clasped hands to gesture as he speaks, he lets a fond smile curl his lips as a steady stream of mostly nonsense tumbles from Stiles’ lips.

As they reach the Stilinski house, Stiles speech has slowed and gone heavy with sleep, Derek tries and fails to not find it endearing, especially in combination with the lazy drag of Stiles’ thumb along the back of his hand. Derek opens the passenger door to assist Stiles in exiting the car, both of them making small surprised sounds when Stiles stumbles and crashes into Derek’s chest. Derek steps back reluctantly, draping Stiles’ arm over his shoulders and holding his waist. Stiles leans heavily against him, murmurs things like “You’re so strong,” and “All that scruff and you’re so soft under the grrr,” as he draws a finger along Derek’s jaw and stares through barely opened eyes gone hazy with sleep and liquor.

Derek manages to get Stiles upstairs and into his bedroom, settles him on the bed and kneels to remove his shoes. Stiles groans above him and something that sounds an awful lot like “Not fair you’re on your knees and I’m too wasted…” and Derek can feel the rush of blood through his entire body as he catches the meaning. By the time Derek is done with Stiles’ shoes, Stiles is flailing above him, half trapped in the sleeves of his shirt. Derek is torn between watching him struggle and helping him, but the strained, frustrated sound Stiles makes pushes him to help. He very pointedly does not look when the overshirt catches his t-shirt, lifting it to reveal a tantalizing strip of creamy pale skin and a hint of hair leading into the waistband of Stiles’ jeans.

As Stiles falls back into the bed, Derek helps to guide him onto the pillow, wrestles the covers from under him and tucks them gently around the sprawling form of Stiles’ body. He can’t help but smooth Stiles’ hair away from his forehead, the gesture hopelessly fond, and Derek is fairly certain he’s never done it so easily before.

Derek turns to leave the room, return to his own bed to try to sleep, knowing the clock will mock him and that all he’ll be able to do is hear Stiles’ drunken declarations on repeat in his head. As he makes to step away from the bed, his feet gone heavy and uncooperative with reluctance, he feels the brush of clumsy fingers at his wrist, wrapping around it in a loose grasp and sending a pleasant tingle through Derek’s arm, settling warmly in his belly.

Stiles’ voice is sleep soft, but steady, the words cutting through Derek painfully, “Don’t go. Please? I don’t want to be alone, I’m always- please. Don’t go.”

In the face of Stiles’ plea, Derek finds himself not only powerless, but having absolutely zero desire to turn back toward the door. The relieved whimper that Stiles releases as Derek drops gently onto the edge of the bed and turns his hand so their palms meet, threading their fingers back together, is like a punch and an embrace all at once.

They wake in the morning wrapped around each other, and it’s shockingly easy to smile at each other as they untangle their twined limbs.

********

When Derek is visiting Cora, his phone rings, and he smiles at the ridiculous picture Stiles set as his profile. “Hey, you,” he answers fondly, voice going soft and light like it always did now that he and Stiles were DerekandStiles. It quickly bleeds into panic tinged concern at the hitch in Stiles’ breath; the realization that Stiles has been fighting tears, has a reason to be, is a painful weight in Derek’s chest. “What’s wrong, Stiles. What is it?” His urgency is a palpable thing, an uncomfortable sizzle under his skin.

Stiles releases a shuddering breath, “God, I will never not appreciate how the sound of your voice makes everything feel better.” Derek’s worry is ameliorated slightly by the knowledge that he’s a comfort for the hyperactive human he calls his mate.

“I’m glad to hear that, babe, but what’s going on?”

“You’re going to hate it,” Stiles is hesitant, his voice is tinged with uncertainty, and Derek wishes he were there to wrap his arms around Stiles, to hold him and reassure. He makes an affirmative, encouraging sound, “Try me,” he says with more enthusiasm than he feels.

“So, there’s this… thing. Some kind of monster. We haven’t figured it out yet…” Stiles goes on, details a truly horrible plan, one that relies heavily on Scott’s frankly laughable leadership and Stiles as some kind of glorified bait. It’s a shit plan, and Derek does in fact hate it. Hates it so much he’s growling, actually, and it takes Stiles’ pleading “Der, please,” to break him out of it, to wash the red tinge from his vision.

All Derek can do is choke out a pained “Don’t go!” He knows it’s desperate and can’t bring himself to care, “Stiles, please. Please don’t go. This plan is fucking terrible. You know it is. I will get on a plane, I will be there tomorrow morning, just wait. Don’t go, any of you, but you can’t. Please?” He’s begging, and will continue to beg until Stiles agrees, “I can’t lose you. Don’t go. Remember, the night we started this? You asked me the same thing, please, Stiles.”

“Ok, Der, ok, ok. I won’t go. Please, don’t cry. I won’t go.”

Derek takes a deep breath, it catches in his chest, but he pushes past it, “Thank you. Thank you thank you, thank god.”

Derek is on a plane two hours later. Twelve hours after that, Stiles is in his arms; unruly hair sweet smelling and tickling his nose, wide, smiling lips pressed into his own.

*******

When Derek needs to leave Beacon Hills, Stiles understands, he really, truly does. But it also feels like he’s being slowly pulled apart.

They stand quietly in Derek’s loft, silently embracing, Stiles still in his dressy graduation clothes, intermittent tears running down both their faces, until Stiles grips the front of Derek’s shirt tightly, hauls him impossibly close to devour his mouth in a desperate kiss. Their teeth clack, and their tongues swirl together in practiced rhythm, lips dragging slick and wet together. A great, sob of a moan tears out of Stiles’ throat and he buries his face in Derek’s neck.

“I can’t ask you, I know I can’t, but I want to, Der. I want to ask you to stay with me. I want to beg you. To scream ‘Don’t go!’ But I won’t. You deserve to go, to be ha- to find happiness, even if-”

Derek feels his heart breaking; hurting Stiles is killing him. He can’t bear the ache in Stiles’ voice, the sorrow laced through his scent. “Come with me,” rushes past his lips with force and sincerity, and he can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it before.

Stiles looks at him, hopeful but unsure, so he kisses the confusion off his face, cradles his jaw with careful hands. “I mean it, Stiles. It’s summer, you don’t start school for months. Come with me. Please?”

The smile that breaks over Stiles’ face is bright and honest, it’s everything Derek loves about the boy.

“Yeah. Ok, yeah, let’s go,” Stiles replies eagerly, peppering Derek’s face with kisses, hands restlessly petting as thigh assuring himself Derek is still there.

Derek laughs lightly, “I thought maybe we’d have a last go in a real bed, before it’s all motel rooms and truck stops for a while. And you know, pack, first.”

Stiles makes a considering sound, “Both good things. I’m especially interested in the first part,” he grins as he grabs Derek’s hands, walking backwards toward the bed.

********

Two and a half incredible months later, they’re laying naked in a motel bed, tangled together and still catching their breath, trailing gentle fingertips over one another’s faces, cataloging details. Preparing for time apart.

Stiles’ half packed suitcase sits on a luggage stand across the room, taunting them with the short time they have left measured out in clean and dirty socks.

Derek traces the curve of Stiles’ mouth, their eyes searching, but unwilling to leave the others gaze for more than a second or two. “You know-” the words are stuck in his throat, heavy on his tongue, he clears them away with a hard swallow, “I want to ask you. I guess it’s my turn to know better, huh?” He laughs without a traces of humor, and Stiles kisses his furrowed brow, smooths it with a long finger.

“You’re not ready to not be moving, and Berkley is pretty stationary, babe,” Stiles answers easily, his voice tinged with regret. “I understand,”he says, quieter than the rest, but without a stutter in his heartbeat, and Derek would know it’s true even without the added senses. Because Stiles understands Derek probably better than Derek does, and the loss of his constant presence is already aching dully in his chest.

“I’m going to have to say it. Just once. It’s practically tradition, now,” Derek attempts to joke, but the truth is it feels like the words are tearing at his throat.

Stiles kisses him, long and slow, as if to cool the burn of the things he can’t say. It almost works. They part reluctantly, hands and lips both clinging together, and it breaks out of him with a sob, “Don’t go.”

Stiles gathers him close, let’s Derek bury his face in his chest, strokes his back in soothing circles and holds his neck. “I have to,” he says simply, pressing kisses to Derek’s head. “But I promise I’ll always come back to you, wherever you are, until you’re ready.”

When they wake some time later, Stiles has to leave. Derek drives him to the bus station, because Stiles wouldn’t let him set a foot in California until he was ready to. Derek isn’t sure he will be, but he wishes he was now so he could steal those last miles with him.

********

They wake to cool morning light filtered through the curtains, and the muted sound of a cell phone ringing in the other room.

It’s been six months since they last got to wake up together, and it feels indulgent and surreal all at once. Video chats and constant phone calls and texts are an ok way to bridge the distance, but there is nothing so wonderful as waking up like this. Sleep warm skin and muscled limbs tangled together, warm breath on the back of his neck. Stiles is afraid it’s a dream.

Derek wakes, runs his nose along Stiles neck and places a long, hot kiss there. “Morning,” he says sleepily, arms tightening briefly before he shifts in the bed. Stiles panics, grabs Derek’s forearms in suddenly shaking hands, “Don-.”

Before he can finish, Derek is wrapping himself around him again, “Not going anywhere, babe. You’re not either.”

Stiles takes a deep breath, calms his heartbeat. “Sounds perfect, because I have plans for us that don’t involve leaving this bed unless it’s to hydrate or pee.”

Derek laughs into Stiles’ shoulder, the sound rich and deep, the rumble in his chest echoes through Stiles’ chest pleasantly. “I like the sound of that.”

********

A small cry pierces the predawn quiet, and Stiles and Derek startle awake at the same time. They blink tiredly at one another for a moment, taking time to acclimate and assess.

Stiles smiles at Derek, notices the slight greying of his still artful stubble, the lines starting to show around his eyes that he knows are from laughter instead of worry.

Derek smiles back, taking in the defined jawline, and the more beard than stubble that his husband has favored these last few years.

They say in unison “I’ll go,” and then laugh, kiss. Let it linger just a moment until the baby reminds them why they’re awake so early. Stiles places a quick kiss on Derek’s cheek, runs his thumb over his jaw briefly.

“You got her down last time, it’s my turn. Go back t’ sleep.” Derek makes a sound that Stiles takes as agreement, and he heads to the nursery across the hall, scooping up the small, unhappy bundle from the crib and settling her against his chest.

When Derek stumbles in moments later, Stiles is in the rocking chair, cradling their daughter and dozing slightly. Derek crosses the distance with a few long strides and moves to take the baby from her current Daddy shaped pillow and back to her own bed, intending to do the same with Stiles after, when he feels familiar fingertips against his wrist.

He looks down to where Stiles is holding him, turns his palm so their fingers thread together with the ease of years of practice. They smile at one another for long moments, until the sun starts to rise and add a warm glow to the soft lilac walls.

anonymous asked:

39 with namjoon? Thanks ❤

Make You Smile (Namjoon x Reader Angst + Fluff)

Prompt request: “Do that again.”

Summary: Namjoon comes home late from the studio and completely forgets about your date night. You plan on ignoring him, but he does his best to fix what he had broken. 

Word count: 844 words

Originally posted by bangthebae

Namjoon arrived home like he did every day–with a loud bang and the sound of something falling. The door swung open and ricocheted off the spring door stop, no doubt denting something. His work bag landed on the ground with a thud, and Namjoon discarded his shoes and jacket haphazardly before stepping over them.

“Y/N, I’m home!” he announced, padding heavily through the hallway. He spotted you sitting on the couch, your arms crossed and the corners of your mouth pulled downwards into a frown. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You continued to ignore him, staring at the muted television instead. A movie was playing in the background–a movie you and Namjoon were supposed to watch together nearly four hours ago.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Namjoon asked, genuinely confused. His eyebrows scrunched together adorably, and if you weren’t so upset, you probably would have cooed. “If you don’t tell me, I won’t know.”

You just stared at the screen, waiting for Namjoon to follow your line of vision.

“Y/N…” Namjoon trailed off, going silent once he finally turned to look at the television. “Oh. Shit.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, still refusing to look at your boyfriend. You weren’t being petty–Namjoon had spent the past week almost entirely at his studio and came home late at night. He had promised one evening with you, and again, he had gotten lost in his work.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry,” Namjoon hurried to say, throwing himself onto the couch beside you. He grabbed your hands and tried to get your attention. “Please, just look at me.”

You shook your head, keeping your eyes downcast. You could feel tears beginning to form, and recognized that you were being a little ridiculous. Still, you couldn’t help but feel hurt that Namjoon could forget about you so easily.

“I really did mean to forget about our date night,” Namjoon tried to explain, squeezing your hands with his larger ones as he spoke. “You know how wrapped up in work I get. I can’t keep track of time. Right now it’s really busy, too. But if I can just get through these next few weeks, we’ll be able to spend much more time together.”

“It’s not about that, Namjoon,” you said finally, your voice wavering. When you turned to look at your boyfriend, his face fell at the sight of your eyes brimming with tears. “I get that you’re busy, and I’m okay with that. But don’t make promises you can’t keep. Don’t forget about me when it’s convenient.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” Namjoon whispered, bringing his hands up to cup your face and gently brushing away a few fallen tears with his thumbs. “Fuck, Y/N. I never forget about you–you’re always on my mind. You’re the reason I come home every night.”

“It doesn’t feel like that sometimes,” you replied quietly, your voice still weak.

“I know that now, and I’m sorry,” Namjoon repeated, sounding as pained as you were. “You’re the most important to me, and I never meant to take you for granted. I know I’m stupid and I make all these mistakes.”

“No matter what, I’ll always be here waiting for you,” you admitted, sniffling. “But it doesn’t hurt any less when I have to eat dinner alone, or when I go to sleep without you beside me. You don’t have to work less, but just let me know that you haven’t forgotten about me.”

“Y/N, I told you that I never forget about you. You’re my inspiration. Nearly every song I write is about you,” Namjoon said earnestly. “I’ll work less, I’ll come home earlier. I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”

“I’m not asking you to do that,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I know how much music means to you, and I’d never ask you to change that. But just text me, or try to spend some time with me when life gets busy.”

“Okay,” Namjoon agreed, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like I forget about you. I never knew that you felt that way. I’m so sorry for taking you for granted, Y/N. I never thought I would.”

“I know,” you whispered, pressing your cheek against Namjoon’s wide palm. “I know you never meant to do that.”

“What can I do so that you’ll forgive me?” Namjoon asked, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “What can I do to make you smile?”

“Do that again,” you mumbled, your eyelids flutter shut.

“This?” Namjoon questioned, leaning in to brush his lips against your temple. You nodded slightly, and Namjoon just chuckled. “You forgive me too easily.”

“Cause I love you,” you said simply.

“Yeah,” Namjoon breathed, a smile in his voice. “I understand, because I love you too.”

Namjoon peppered soft kisses all over your face–your forehead, your jaw, the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. He whispered quiet declarations of love until a tiny smile tipped the corners of your lips upward.

- Girl in Luv

A shorter one tonight! I was feeling like writing some cutesy shit. I know this prompt is calling for smut…plus I keep seeing that gif of Rapmon adjusting his belt. But like…the smut!!! I don’t know if I can do it!!!! Anyway, thanks for requesting, and sorry this took so long to get to. I hope you all enjoyed! Happy reading 🤓

Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung react to: finding out their girlfriend is a lingerie model.

REQUEST :Hello~ I was wondering if I could request Jimin, V and Suga react to finding out that their girlfriend is a lingerie model? Thank you! I love your work! 😁
THOUGHTS ARE LIKE THIS:‘ example’
YOONGI: (You had left some important  things back at your apartment and asked Yoongi if he could come and drop them off at your photoshoot)
YG: *Calls you* Hey, Y/n, I’m in the lobby do you want me to come up and give you your shit or do I leave it with the receptionist? Please don’t make me come up.
Y/N:*Laughs*  Come up here babe, you’ve never seen me at work, have you?
YG: No, you’ve never invited me *huffs*
Y/N: Well I’m inviting you now so hurry up and come to the 16th floor.
YG: UGHHH! Why do you have photoshoots all the way to the top floor?
Y/N: I don’t know, maybe they like the view you get from up here, oh and Yoongi
YG: What?
Y/N: The elevators aren't working so you’ll have to walk up the stairs okay, love you bye! 
YG: STAIRS?! 
Time skip
YG: *swings the door open* Y/n here’s your shit!
Y/N: *takes the bag from him and sets it aside* Thanks, babe *kisses his cheek* You’re just in time to watch me work honey, so take a seat, there’s water over there and some snacks I’ll be back in a bit.
YG: *grabs a water bottle and sits down where you told him* ‘What is she modeling now?’
Y/N: *you take off your robe*
YG: 'Okay so she’s modeling lingerie…’ *spits out all the water he had*  LINGERIE?!

Originally posted by jeonbase

JIMIN:(You mentioned you had a photoshoot today so he tagged along)
You walk him into your dressing room.
JM: So this is where you work huh?
Y/N: Yup, I’m gonna go get ready, I’ll be back in a few.
JM: Hmm let’s see what she’s modeling this time.* looks through the clothes on the rack*  Dresses, dresses, lingerie, skirts, what a minute lingerie *smirks* I hope she wears this.
Y/N: Jimin I’m back.
JM: *puts the lingerie back and walks away from the clothes* All done babe?
Y/N: Yup, I’m gonna change so could you wait for me outside?
JM: It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked *smirks*
Y/N: *blankly stares at him* Out
JM: *puts his hands up in defense* I was just playing *laughs* But it’s true.
Y/N: *pushes Jimin out the room*
Y/N: *You change into the lingerie* *sighs* Great time for that pervert to tag along. *steps out the dressing room*
JM: *Jaw drops when he sees you* Damn babe you should borrow this to wear at home *winks*
Y/N: Jimin park your ass over there and try not to pop a boner.
JM: *shrugs* I’m not promising anything 
Y/N: Pervert 
JM: You look great love!

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

TAEHYUNG: (Jimin found a magazine with you on it modeling lingerie)
JM: Hey your girlfriend’s a model right?
TH: Yup why do you ask?
JM: Oh no, it’s just that I found a magazine and the model looked exactly like her
TH: Which magazine was it?
JM: Uh I can’t remember which one *laughs nervously*
TH: Was it recent? I could ask her if you want.
JM: No! Uh, I mean no that’s fine.
TH: Okay then, no need to get all weird about it.
JK: *comes running into the living room* TAEHYUNG!
TH: KOOKIE!
JM: JIMIN!
SILENCE
JK: Okay weird but whatever, Tae did you see Y/n’s new pictures?!
TH: The ones from a magazine?
JK: Yeah! You aren’t reacting?! Why aren’t you reacting?!
TH: Because I haven’t seen them.
JK: But if you haven’t seen them then why was the magazine in your room?
TH:  It’s Jimin’s room too you know… Show me the magazine! 
JK: Here! *gives Tae the magazine*
JM‘Oh shit I better go’ *tip toes out of the living room*
TH: LINGERIE!?! JIMIN YOU’RE DEAD *chases after Jimin*
JK: *Keeps looking at the pictures* Woah Taehyung you lucky son of a bitch.
TH: I’M COMMING FOR YOU TOO BUNNY BOY!

TH: *Calls you* Y/n I’m gonna need you to come back right now.
Y/N: What? Why?
TH: We need to have a little talk about some pictures of you, so don’t make me wait baby girl.

Originally posted by qweentae

GIFS AREN’T MINE 
CREDIT TO THE OWNERS
Please do tell me if I have any mistakes
Thank you for requesting, hope you like it

Nicknames

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I’ve been so inactive! I’ve had a bit going on and have had family visiting and everyone wants to know how I’ve been! Here’s something I thought up a little while ago.

Word count: 680

Pairing: Dean WinchesterXReader

Warnings: None, it’s just a little bit of fluff with some hints at leading toward smut at the end

~

It had started out with the generic Sweetheart that he used on everyone. Man, woman, child, goat… It didn’t matter.

Everyone was Sweetheart to Dean Winchester.

Of course, he wouldn’t say that. He’d dispute the fact until he was blue in the face, but that didn’t change the idea that he called too many people Sweetheart for it to have any term of endearment attached to it.

Then came–gag–Princess.

“Princess, would you like to watch a movie?”

“What should we get for dinner, Princess?”

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Princess.”

Okay, the last one might have been okay every once in a while, but he got to the point where he used Princess just as frequently as he had once used Sweetheart.

And it made her sound like a little girl when he said it, not that he meant it to sound that way, but it gave off some vibes that she wasn’t completely sure she was into.

So then came the combo of gorgeous and beautiful.

These two were often interchangeable, and definitely more manageable.

“Your ass is so perfect, gorgeous.”

“Even with blood all over you, you’re still beautiful, beautiful.”

The names made her blush whenever he said them, but she still didn’t quite feel like they completely suited her.

More often than not her hair was thrown in a ponytail, a tee shirt and jeans over her body, and a pair of SWAT boots on her feet.

Far from the average woman that came to mind from the words gorgeous or beautiful.

And she knew that Baby, or any of its variations were off limits. Baby, Babe, Babygirl… And she wasn’t particularly fond of Sugar, Honey or Darling.

Needless to say, she was quite picky with her nickname. She didn’t even really see the need for one, as she had a name for a reason. But he insisted that she had a nickname of some sort.

“What am I supposed to call you then?” he had sighed after she had finally admitted to him that gorgeous and beautiful didn’t really feel like they fit.

“I dunno. You’re the nickname giver,” she shrugs with a sheepish grin. “Just pick something that’s actually me.”

“I’ve tried and you don’t like any of them,” he pouts, leaning back against the headboard of the dingy motel bed.

“She’s old school. Maybe something like lovebug or dear,” Sam chimes in his input from the other bed, looking up from his computer.

“No, she’s my girl, you don’t get to pick her nickname,” Dean shoots back, and Sam raises his hands in defeat.

“Just trying to help,” he says before he returns to his research.

She smiles at the older Winchester, settling herself on his lap.

“I think you finally found a good one,” she says, pressing her forehead to his as her legs slipped on either side of his.

“I did?” he asks, his hands settling on her hips with ease as her nose pressed to his.

“I’m your girl,” she returns, smiling at him.

“My girl,” he ponders aloud. “You’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, I think so,” she agrees, grinning before pressing her lips to his.

He responds in earnest, sliding his hands from her hips to her back, where he inches them up her shirt.

She releases the softest of moans against his lips, pulling away to rest her forehead against his cheek. His kisses always took her breath away, so passionate and filled with love.

She leans in for another kiss, her hands carding through his hair possessively.

“Guys, I’m literally right here,” Sam’s voice cuts through the haze she’s already been drawn under.

“Sorry,” she giggles, shooting him an apologetic glance.

“Don’t like it, get another room,” Dean says lazily. “I’m gonna kiss my girl as much as I want to, whether you’re in here or not.”

“Dean!” she scolds, but he just grins and sweeps her into a deep kiss.

“Fine! I’ll go! Just… Don’t be loud tonight, that’s all I ask,” Sam groans as he begins to gather his things.

“No guarantees, Sammy.”

Sweet Jesus. 

Welp, time to do the Post™.

Hello trashcans, welcome home. I’m the vampire editor person who just wants to rest.  If you’re here for more Death smut, food discourse and or shitposting and unconditional love for Carrie Fisher then boy are you in the right place.

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I’m currently working on about a million and one writing projects, exerts of which can be found under various different tags, the most prolific probably being #Hunger Pangs and #the vampire werewolf thing which are the two main tags I use for my upcoming novel, Hunger Pangs, due for release this year. (ie the polyamorous paranormal romance erotica between vampires and werewolves (very NSFW extract) which already has it’s own AU despite not being published yet because tumblr can pretty much trick me into writing anything it wants these days.

I’m also working on a gritty Scottish romance novella (extract) based on a pun; a pun based bakery romance (extract), a pun based werewolf Scottish romance (have you noticed a theme yet), and  a modern day romantic (probably smutty, I mean who am I kidding at this point) comedy concerning Scotsmen with questionable morals. Which also has exerts on my Ao3. 

Also skeleton smut now too and possibly a vampire wedding planner romcom because apparently I have lost complete control of my life. I am surprisingly okay with all of this.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, do you know of any good Rick x Stan fics that you could recommend?

OH BOY DO I EVER, ANON

And you’re gonna hafta put up with me gushing over how much I love these fics, in no particular order:

Basically everything by stanchezsloppyseconds is either super quality Stanchez or related to her broad array of Stanchez continuities. I cannot recommend a more detailed, content-heavy, quality treasure trove than Sloppy’s stuff.

Beav here specializes in the short story, and has a few of them here ..! Of her stories, Doing Dirt is one of my favourites!

My pally shitshow-mcgee here cranks out some quality shit, including a comic called Ahead In The Back! It’s almost done, we swear.

The ONE Stanchez fic that @laundromatters wrote just goddamn broke my heart. It’s called En Attendant and it’ll wreck you so, sooo goood. <3

Parental Ricknapping by spinetrick – I fucking love the sense of crisis and emotional depth between these two. Spinet really gets in there and shows how dysfunctional these guys are, and isn’t afraid to get gritty about it. 

The Stan Wrong Song by maxvsfuture catches you by surprise with its earnestness, I really liked this one.

August is the Cruellest Month by haybails so far has a promising start, but has yet to finish.  

If you need some straight up smut, look no further than Taking Prisoners by lieutenantruby. ;3

Also, thesnadger has some fascinating short fics too!

Kiss with a Fist is a highschool AU by bloodsweettooth and ahundredtimesrickandmortydotcom. A little dirty but cute as fuck.

The Jock and the Geniuses is a long one by nanianela. Oddly entertaining, interesting theories!

And last but not least, my own Stanchez fic Outfoxed that turned out much longer than I’d anticipated, but features Rick in hot pants and Stan with a moustache, and a butt.

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head, I may have missed one or two! Also, please be mindful of each fic’s warnings – if there’s stuff you’d rather not run into by accident, just review the warnings per fic so you can dodge that ahead of time. Enjoy!