so here’s the thing: n o n e of this was planned. it was amazing, hilarious, ridiculous kismet.
mango’s had his birthday recently, and so i brought his birthday present with me to phxcon. part of the present was a pair of jensen’s underbears (i think the text i sent mango right after jib was, “we’re close enough that it’s not weird if i buy u underwear right????”) bc i thought that was hilarious from jib and mango is a huge jensen fan and dean!boy. so the original joke was just that mango could have the bear underwear. i also got him a second pair in orange, bc orange is his fav colour. this was as far as i thought this would go.
so i get into phoenix thursday night and give mango his present. we didn’t know there were cockles photo ops until friday afternoon when we saw hard tickets for sale. i distinctly remember being bummed that my hometown con had cockles photo ops for sale online but phxcon, the one i was actually going to, did not. but obviously once i saw they were available, like. THERE WAS ONLY ONE CHOICE. so after deciding it was completely financially irresponsible when we have no money, i bought the op.
i can’t remember when it occurred to us that we had both the underbears and a pair of lucky orange underwear for misha in our hotel room. we wanted to do something fun and funny for the op, and cracked ourselves up at the idea. but we were also aware that it could be, you know, kind of sort of maybe intensely uncomfortable to be like (a) i know what underwear u were wearing and (b) here i brought pairs of them for you to further laugh over. i have a T E R R I B L E akdslkjkas embarrassment squick, so we didn’t want to do anything that made us uncomfortable, and we definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make misha or jensen uncomfortable. we wanted them to have fun with us and play around with us.
we ran our idea passed our roomie, who has some good con experience, to see if she thought it would fly or not. we agreed on judging our plan based on their mood on the day and asking them if they felt comfortable enough to do it was the best course of action, with a back-up plan ready to go immediately just in case, so j+m knew we were serious that they could totally pass on it if it was weird. CONSENT AND SAFE SPACE. we were hella concerned about this.
stressed tourist dad that just wants to lay down on the hotel floor and pass out after the kid behind him wouldn't stop kicking hiS DAMN SEAT ON THE PLANE (its probably yugyeom)
falls asleep at the beach but forgets that suntan lotion is a thing and ends up with the worst sunburn ever. maknae line will not stop slapping his sunburn because "hyung, it's just SO funny"
spends the 6 hour flight trying to learn an entirely new language. uses a really broken version of said language on literally ANYONE he passes. most likely offends the locals but gosh he's just so charming they can't stay upset
extensively researches where he's traveling to. probably wears a dad cap and a fanny pack full of emergency supplies. plans too many excursions and now has a surfboarding lesson and a mountain hike at the same time
will stop at every street vendor and buy something from each because he can't say no to the nice people making him buy a snack, a crappy t shirt,- wait did he just buy a timeshare on an island?
spent so much time planning out his day to day wardrobe that he forgot the amenities like a tooth brush and socks. promptly rushes to the nearest store. takes like thirty pictures of the local culture on his way there to post on sns later
seems like the type to stray from the tour group because he saw a butterfly or something. looks up and the tour group is already back on the bus about to leave without him. cue the frantic running
May be considered the 'brave' house, but they just try to hint at their feelings with words or actions and hope the other person figures it out. Or they're the reason the whole 'they tease you because they like you' thing started.
Lingerers af. If they see their crush anywhere, they will find some excuse to stay at that place and just pass back and forth, hoping for a wave or something.
Asking questions until they find a similar interest to fangirl/boy over. Then hoping their crush feels the same 'passion' and maybe find their excitement cute.
Accidentally remembering little details. Sometimes, they'll file it away so they can bring it up casually in future conversations like "wait, you love this too?"
Summary: A phone call at 3 A.M. was unexpected, especially when it was Chris using Lin’s cellphone to tell you something very important.
Pairing: Lin x reader
A/N: Take a wild guess where I got the inspiration for this one.
“Lin?” you whispered into your phone, extremely confused. You heard a lot of shuffling and muffled laughter. Maybe he accidentally butt-dialed you? …But at three in the morning?
“Lin.” You called a little louder, hoping that he would hear you. You strained your ears, hoping to catch some of the furious whispers passing through the line. You were more confused than ever when you heard: “Give it back!”, “It’s not funny!”, and “Oh relax. She’s probably too tired to remember this in the morning anyways.”
Okay, they were definitely talking about you.
“Hello? Lin?” you repeat, patience wearing thin.
Just before you decided to hang up and go back to bed, the smooth voice of Chris stopped you.
“Hi, it’s Chris!” he said cheerfully, voice slurred. It was a tell-tale sign that he was drunk.
“Hi. Can I help you?” you asked dryly, confused at why exactly you were talking to him on Lin’s phone.
“I just wanted to tell you, that my buddy here, Lin, likes you. He’s was too much of a wuss to tell you so I – ow! Shit Lin, that hurts!”
You heard more muffled sounds and struggling.
“I, um. Hi,” the breathless voice of Lin greeted you, and you bit back a laugh. “We’ve been drinking.”
“Yes, I can tell,” you drawled, rolling over to your side and bringing a hand up to cover the smile on your lips, “care to explain what Chris just told me?”
“Pining. I’ve been pining. And all I’ve been doing is whining. To Chris, to Lac, to my Uber driver. Damn, I really wanna take you out to this really fucking cool diner. Tomorrow night. Let’s go grab a bite. So say yes, alright?”
You laughed so hard that you snorted, tears in your eyes as you listened to him freestyling. “Lin,” you gasped, “that was magical.”
“Fuck, I’m so drunk,” he groaned, “I’m going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages,” you whispered, your smile so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.
“I’m so stu - wait, what? Are you serious?” he yelled, “Holy shit, guys! She said yes!”
You heard multiple shouts from his end of the phone, making you realize that there was no way that Chris was the only person with him. You pressed the phone closer to your ear, laughing when you heard someone exclaim victoriously that Lin finally grew a pair of balls.
“I - I gotta go, they want celebratory shots? I don’t understand what’s happening right now. But I do know that I like you. A lot. Don’t forget that we have a date tomorrow.”
And with that, he hung up.
You laid in bed, dumbfounded and ecstatic.
When it all sank in, you did a small dance in bed and buried your face in your pillow, hoping that your roommates didn’t hear your giddy giggles.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh
Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~
In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3
You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging
your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when
multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer
companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn
down the strange offers, and had finally
managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You
hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to
even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.
Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you
tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes,
but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are
allowed to travel freely…for the most part.
Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio
style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over
your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite
your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your
evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like
your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that
point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.
Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across
your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight
illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building
with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too
occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples
between your fingers.
Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks,
you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your
eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like
all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face
of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You
imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful
as he stakes his claim, making you his.
“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked,
and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your
pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them
from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.
One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and
stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your
fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.
Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a
wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive
bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your
opening, coating yourself in your wetness.
However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and
pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your
balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man
sitting there, smirk on his face.
And not just any man…its Jungkook.
“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass
door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not
locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact
that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet
around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.
“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he
comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that
he can tell how red your face has turned.
For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you
know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone.
It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a
point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know
him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none
had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun
yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden
intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and
if you’d ever known him at all.
“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand
towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even
though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.
But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing
“Why are you here?”
Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many
Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest
with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted
“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn
question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue
lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment
doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet
you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.
His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are
only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that
Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to
“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your
fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having
the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook
slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your
ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is
pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from
your apartment window.
“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as
the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few
scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your
embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is
holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.
“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you
match his gaze, eyes ablaze.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper,
not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god.
“Put me down this instant!”
“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden
his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away
Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your
ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the
fading city below.
scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has
already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled
with undeniable hunger.
“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you
in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I
can’t lay my claim.”
You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is
he talking about?
“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on,
Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was
naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs
to see what it is I’ve got going on.”
Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is
something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”
“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”
Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance,
his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.
“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my
domain, I promise I’ll show just how
wrong you are…”
You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm
which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask
him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to
imagine—but more importantly…
“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where
the fuck are you taking me?”
“Well, as weird as this movie has been, I’ll give it props for one thing... it didn’t end with an ‘it was all just a dream’ cliché.”
Carl the Animator: “Hey, Ted, guess what this next storyboard is.”
Ted the Animator: “…no way.”
Carl the Animator: “Yes way.”
Ted the Animator: “Oh, come on!”
Carl the Animator: “Everything after they passed out from the teacups ride was a dream.”
Ted the Animator: “That’s so– wait, what about the earlier shenanigans with the bad guy? A lot of crazy stuff happened before they slept!”
Carl the Animator: “She was revealed to just be a security lady who stole a KISS laboratory prototype zero-G belt.”
Ted the Animator: “…well, that’s definitely the weirdest sentence I’ve heard all week.”
Carl the Animator: “And I hadn’t even gotten to the prototype smelly red fog emitter.”
Ted the Animator: “What I want to know is how she could so perfectly contr–… hold up, didn’t she shoot energy blasts before Shaggy and Scooby slept?”
Carl the Animator: “Actually, I think she did, yeah.”
Ted the Animator: “…didn’t KISS have magical powers before that, too?”
Carl the Animator: “I, uh… ah, yup, here we go. In the next scene, they reveal ‘em again to Shag and Scoob.”
Ted the Animator: “So, they did have those powers after all, and the movie went with the ‘It Was All Just A Dream (Or Was It?!?)’ motif just as an excuse to have all that crazy stuff towards the end.”
Carl the Animator: “I’m guessing in the writers’ room, they started with ‘let’s have a scene where Gene Simmons is proud of Shaggy and Scooby for breathing fire’ and worked backwards from there.”
Ted the Animator: “…ironically, all this insane nonsense is starting to make me feel like this experience w–”
Carl the Animator: “HOLD UP, DAPHNE’S MAKING OUT WITH PAUL STANLEY!!!”
Ted the Animator: “Wait, really? …wait, who?”
Carl the Animator: “The guy with the star over his eye!”
Ted the Animator: “Oh, him? That’s random.”
Carl the Animator: “I mean, Daphne was flirting with him nonstop.”
Ted the Animator: “She was? When?”
Carl the Animator:“…literally any scene they were together throughout the entire movie?”
Ted the Animator: “Ok, admittedly, I’m not the most observant in such areas.”
Carl the Animator: “I’m just confused about Daphne and Fred’s relationship… I mean, I’m no expert in Scooby-Doo canon, but from what I was told, it seemed they were semi-officially an item in the newer shows.”
Ted the Animator: “Yeah, I’m not exactly well-versed in the ‘shipping lore of this later stuff.”
Carl the Animator: “I mean, this whole movie, Fred’s been freaking out at Daphne fawning over Paul, and then she straight-up snogs ‘em for a good while… sure doesn’t look like she and Fred are a thing.”
Ted the Animator: “Guess not… wouldn’t you know it, the one script that gets sent to us in Polish is the one with all these mysterious plot details.”
Carl the Animator: “Wait wait wait, there’s more!”
Ted the Animator: “Ooh?”
Carl the Animator: “Fred’s all mopey, and they talk for a little bit…”
Carl the Animator: “…then she kisses him…”
Carl the Animator: “…after, I might add, flirting nonstop and making out in front of him, intensely, with the rhythm guitarist of KISS…”
Carl the Animator: “…and now he’s perfectly happy again?”
Ted the Animator: “Oh.”
Carl the Animator: “And then the movie just ends?!”
Ted the Animator: “I feel like this is gonna send conflicting messages to the kids watching at home.”
Carl the Animator: “All things considered… I wasn’t expecting ‘it’s ok if your love interest wants to also make out with a 65-year-old guitarist in facepaint’ to be the moral of the story, but hey, I guess Freddy’s a flexible guy.”
Ted the Animator: “…I…”
Carl the Animator: “…huh?”
Ted the Animator: “…I just… thought of something….”
Carl the Animator: “Yeah?”
Ted the Animator: “…if everything after Shaggy and Scooby passed out was a dream… then the first time they ‘woke up’ was a dream as well…”
Carl the Animator: “…uh-huh?”
Ted the Animator: “…so, does that mean they both dreamed this scene, too?”
Carl the Animator: “I… uh…”
Ted the Animator: “…”
Carl the Animator: “Y’know… some questions just shouldn’t have answers.”
Ted the Animator: “…I’m gonna take the plot’s advice, and pretend that us being hired to animate this movie was all just a dream.”
„Slow down, please!” Lily’s voice echoed in the corridors as she tried
to grabbed your arm. You felt dizzy, although the potion brought a relaxing
feeling over your entire body. Lily stopped you in front of the Great Hall and
cupped your face. „Look, are you sure you are okay?”
„I feel wonderful.” – you
whispered a same tone as her before you pecked her forehead. She laughed at you
as you stepped into the hall, heading to the Gryffindor table to your friends.
morning to my favourite boys!” – you shrieked, kissing the boys on their
cheeks. Remus smiled but frowned, Peter flushed, Sirius kissed you back, James
grinned like a kid.
„Evans, what have you done to
her?” Sirius asked with an amused face. Lily played with his hair; her eyes avoiding
the boys’ face.
„Well, you know… she had this
horrible headache, so I made her a potion… don’t look at me like this, I made
it a thousand times before! But I probably added a little bit more bitterroot
than I should… BY ACCIDENT, of course!”
„So, technically, you drugged
her.” – James said, trying to suppress his laugh as you placed a lots of toasts
in your plate before started to build a house from them.
„No, I didn’t!” She protest,
and looked at you with a big sigh. „I should take her to the Hospital Wing. She
can’t go to the classes like this.”
„Are you really want to
deprive us from this? Look at her,
she’s so cute, I wanna watch her all day.” You snapped your head up at Sirius
words with a long „Ooooooh” and made
your way to him. Sitting down next to him, you embraced his neck with one hand
and murmured with a mellifluous tone, inches from his face. „YOU are the cute
one, you know? So cute.”
„Well, if you insist…” He
looked like a five year old kid on Christmas morning and you were his present.
Lily jumped up. „Okay, I really take her to Madam Pomfrey.”
„NO!” – you yelled, standing
up too. „I have to go to Magical of Care Creature. Magical for… Creature… so,
you know. That.”
„Calm down Evans, we’ll take
care of her. She’s just all funny, she’ll do no harm.”
Lily sighed again. „Alright,
alright… But don’t do anything stupid with her!”
„What are you talking about?
We would never do anything stupid.” James smiled, taking Lily’s hand.
Ten minutes later you were
sitting on the grass between James and Sirius with a bowtruckle in your left
hand, a quill on your right, and a parchment on your lap. As the time passed,
you weren’t so exhilarated anymore, but you felt yourself groggy, so sometimes
you just leaned to either James’ or Sirius’ shoulder, earning an even bigger
sigh from Lily than earlier. „We really should’ve taken her to the Hospital
Wing…” – she repeated.
„Lily, I’m fine!” – you assured,
showing your drawing to her. „See?”
„That’s… a unicorn. We have to
draw… where is your bowtruckel?!” She shrieked, but James lifted up his hand
with two creature.
„Right there, my love.”
Lily shook her head with a
smile and continued his work before you spoke up.
„James, wanna know a secret?”
„Y/N, for your own good, I
suggest you to SHUT. UP.”
„Shhh.” James leaned closer to
you, grinning. „Tell me.”
You giggled before you
whispered so quietly in his ear, it was a miracle that even he could hear. „I’m
in love with Sirius.”
He let out a girly scream,
still grinning. „What did she said?” Sirius asked, leaning closer to you and
„Sorry Padfoot, I won’t tell
my friend’s secret.”
He huffed, looking at you
next. „Then you tell me, Y/N.”
You reached out and ruffled up
his hair. „I can’t.”
„Keeping secrets from me and
touching my hair? You playing a dangerous game, darlin’.”
A small chuckle left your
mouth before you rested your head against his shoulder. „I know you secretly
What was his answer, you
haven’t heard, since you fell asleep. But only for a few seconds, until you
felt two big hands around your lower back, keeping you steady. „Easy there.
Hey. Are you alright?” Sirius asked with a concern in his voice, lifting your
chin up so your eyes could met. With a sleepy blink, you just nodded.
„I think she really should go
to the Hospital Wing.” This time it was Remus, but now all of them agreed with
„No, no I’m okay, we still
Sirius lifted you up from the
ground and cupped your cheeks. „I’ll go with you to your dorm so you can sleep.
Don’t worry about the classes, one day skipping is not the end of the world.
Can you do that for me?” He stroked your cheeks with his thumb; his gaze burned
He told the professor you
feeling ill, so he should escort you up to the Hospital Wing. Of course you
didn’t go there but your dorm where he helped you to get into bed and threw a
blanket over you.
„Need anything else?” – he
asked, sitting next to you on the bed, stroking your upper arm.
„Stay with me, please?”
„Encouraging me to skip my
classes?” – he said with a cocked eyebrow.
„Like it’s big deal for you.”
He laughed. „Please. I want cuddles.” With an innocent smile, you batted your
eyelashes at him.
His eyes widened. „You want me
to cuddle with you?”
„How could I say no?” – he
sighed with a smirk as he crawled next to you, arms wrapped around you from
behind with legs interwined. His warm body pressed to yours, his calming scent
made you relaxed and sleepy again.
„You’re so comfy.”
„Am I?” – he mumbled; his hot
breath tickled your skin as he buried his face into your neck.
„Mhm. So soft. Like a puppy.”
He laughed loudly and kissed
your cheek. „Funny mood, aren’t we?”
You turned around, a hand
pressed against his chest, an other cupped his cheek. He smiled at you kindly
whilst rubbed your back, and you slowly leaned on, placing an open mouthed kiss
on his soft lips. His hand stopped from the surprise, but kissed you back
almost immediately. After you pulled back, you rested your head on the crook if
his neck, with a smile on your face, ready to fell asleep.
„What was that?”
„I think you can recognize a
You could felt his smirk
against your forehead as he started to rubbing your back again gently. “S’all right. Sleep now, my silly girl.”
summary: you accidentally moan another band mate’s name and Luke gets jealous and fucks you hard
requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon!! this is written by Hannah whoo, hope you guys enjoy this smut because it’s amazing!! watch out for more smut coming soon because I might drop one randomly with no warning. *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*
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“Haha, you’re so funny Ashton.” I rolled my eyes and looked down at my phone seeing a text from Luke that told me he would be home any minute. Ashton was one of my best friends and although we were strictly platonic, we talked just about every day so that we would never miss a thing in each others lives. Through all of the touring, he kept me up to date with what Luke was doing on tour if he was too busy to talk to me himself.
A few minutes of useless conversation passed and I heard the door open and close, and heard shuffling as if Luke was taking off his jacket by the door. Ashton was crackling stupid jokes at me and trying to make me laugh, and he was succeeding.
“How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” He asked. I pretended to think for a moment before answering. “Hmmm.. I’m not sure. How many?” “Tentacles!” He shouted and burst into uncontrollable laughter, and I couldn’t help but chuckle and shake my head at his dumb jokes.
It's my birthday and I'm wondering if it'd be possible for you to write an ultra small piece of the big three hanging out at the Watch tower? Make them tired and/or drunk (that's nearly not possible but… work with me lmao). From Batman's or whomever's point of view you wish!
It’s after two in the morning for the East Coast but the Watchtower’s facing the sun, radiation washing virtually every surface if not for the almost spotlessly invisible protective glass that makes you feel like you’re in open space, and Alfred, he thinks with a smile, would probably find it mildly funny that the AI responsible for the up-keeping of the station is called Pennyworth. The original name was PJH-B but after everyone started jokingly calling out to ‘Pennyworth’ and after PJH-B started replying, Bruce took the very silent liberty of changing the code and replacing it with A-Penny. No one would go looking, no one would ever know, but every time A-Penny finished its duties at the end of the day, the small notification that read A-Penny has clocked out for the night brought the same smile to his face.
“It’s funny,” Diana says and it comes out as a slight drawl, even though it’s still more elegant than anyone has ever managed. The glass in her hands reflects the sun and the tablet’s surface turns into a mural. “We drink now… for no reason. But we didn’t drink for Bruce’s birthday a month ago.”
They were too busy picking up the slack after New York had almost been completely demolished on Clark’s birthday and, anyway, they still made time to quickly check in with him while he visited his parents back in Smallville. Aside from quick remarks the Wayne family in Gotham had be used to accommodate on February 19th, however, no celebration had been prepared for Bruce Wayne’s birthday, part of it possibly because Mr. Wayne had reportedly been seen celebrating on his own on some private island away from the city. The media wasn’t sure which island but they had intel about the specific drink combinations consumed, so it had to be accurate intel. Alfred wasn’t new at this, after all.
“I don’t know about that. Stopping an alien invasion…,” Clark pauses. “Again. Seems like a good reason to celebrate.”
The almost finished bottle is dark green and the liquid inside as clear as water. Someone’s someone brought it as a present for the team at Hal’s birthday party because someone’s someone’s planet was famous for their heavenly brew and brew, Bruce thinks, ended up being just a synonym for booze. He knew, of course, because he had analyzed every single component before even allowing it to be stored anywhere near the Justice League’s headquarters, but the ever so slight dizziness he keeps telling himself he hasn’t had for the last ten minutes indicates this wasn’t just alien booze. This was strong alien booze.
“So how come Batman,” Clark starts and the last word comes out as an inside joke between the three of them, too grandiose and holding myth to be real, “can’t get drunk easily?”
“Because Batman,” Diana continues with the same tone, “is desensitized to anything that might compromise his judgment.”
And it’s true, and Bruce silently agrees, and he doesn’t say how this isfunny to him. He should be desensitized to alcohol but a year has passed and League business has taken up most of his time and Scarecrow with his chemicals are scheming silently somewhere away from Gotham and Alfred keeps swapping his glasses with ginger ale during parties and, if he’s completely honest, he’d probably still get that headache he’s not admitting to even if the glass in front of him was filled with nothing more than watered-down beer.
Pennyworth, his mind slips back. Make a note with Pennyworth to start alcohol tolerance conditioning again. He doesn’t know if he means the AI or the butler.
“If it makes you feel any better, Jordan’s birthday would’ve stolen the spotlight from anyone else in the vicinity,” Bruce says after a while. He specifically remembers a power ring-made
hanging from the Watchtower’s ceiling and Hal smashing it again and again… and again. He didn’t like it all that much, it was clear, but every once in a while Bruce would move his head a few mere inches while reviewing field reports, and the fact it bothered him made Hal become both an enthusiast and a pro at
punching over a single night.
“It doesn’t,” Diana raises one eyebrow. “You deserve to be celebrated too. You’ve been a staple amongst this team. Weak excuses to avoid people from being happy you exist in their lives isn’t enough.”
Clark’s smile turns to a good-hearted chuckle that reverberates all around them. He places the back of his hand on his mouth as if he wants to show he didn’t mean to interrupt. “Batman doesn’t have a birthday,” he whispers in a conspiring tone, leaning in. “He wasn’t born. He was molded.”
Batman laughs this time. It starts as a barely contained smile, then a wider one, then a noise that can’t be restrained as he joins in both Diana and Clark’s cheers. It’s not that funny, a part of him thinks, which only reinforces the silliness. He does his best to avoid acknowledging the same part, the one that wears the cowl the firmest, that reminds him of a certain painful night over and over again. The bottle’s level lowers some more so the numbness blissfully sets in. A sense of belonging has always been part of this room, this huge round table with its big insignias carved behind every chair and its big Seven making team decisions all the time, but right now the world ‘family’ is louder than it’s been recently and maybe it’s not just the alien liquid that’s burning up Bruce’s chest.
You nervously tapped the edge of the table as you waited, checking your
phone every now and then. He was late, with not even a text to explain or
comfort you. Taehyung had never been late for one of your meet ups before, and
you’d known each other since the early years of school. This seemed odd to you,
and you started to feel extremely anxious.
Pairing: Taehyung x reader Genre: fluff, smut Warnings: NSFW stuff Word count: 6.1k
Requested by @raisa-eletae: Tae
likes you and calls you as an anonymous and you two keep talking, (you are a
medical stud and Taehyung is also in the same college; maybe different
department), he knows you through your brother Suga.. and Suga guesses it and
calls you over at their dorm in a time when none but Taehyung was there…and
then after talking for some time you finally understand that Taehyung is the
one who was talking with you all these days and you always had some kind of
fantasies about him so thus things get heated?? well I hope it’s not too
confusing or weird…
My dear, it’s not confusing or weird
at all! This was fun to write so thank you for requesting this. I did change
the calling thing to a messaging thing, because I think you would recognize a
voice like Tae’s; you would know it was him in a second. I hope you don’t mind
^^ Anyways, here you go, enjoy!
It was getting to be that time of the month again. You were starting to feel that urge again. The urge to prowl. Like that ravenous appetite that arises in a werewolf every full moon, so did you feel this lust budding in your thighs and breasts, getting hungry for another victim.
You had experimented at first. Drugging your victims the first few times. You had convinced your cousin that dabbled in drugs to get you some of that " date-rape" drug. Guys were easy to manipulate with a little cleavage and flirting. You justified it because you told yourself that they deserved it.... Jerks that preyed on other girls with one night stands and such.
Nevertheless, you were stilled scared the first time you did it.
A motionless male passed out on the bed. You would pull down his jeans just enough to expose his ass. You toyed with him, teased him as he laid there on his stomach passed out.
And then you gave it to him. Even though he didn't say no, it was still rape. But it was exhilarating beyond compare. The strapon being shoved in and out of his ass gave wonderful orgasms to you. With each thrust, the resistance would force the strapon back against your throbbing pussy. It was so wonderful, you had to be careful that you didn't pass out too after your orgasmic explosion.
You thought it was funny that they would wake up the next day with a sore bottom, not knowing where it came from or what happened.
After a few victims, you were looking for something more adventurous. You wanted to find a real victim, you wanted an awake victim, but you feared getting in over your head. What would it be like to actually rape a man?
The thought of it made you wet. You had your strapon underneath your yoga pants and you started stroking it fantasizing about it, looking at the calendar with Halloween circled. You were going to a party. Those were always the best places to find unsuspecting victims.
You showed up at the party very fashionably late. The later the better, the guys would be drunk by then anyway. You were dressed as leopard. You had a dark brown tight leopard print camisole. Your black bra straps exposed as well as your generous cleavage. You had black kitten ears on your head. You drew small whiskers on your face with black eyeliner. You were wearing dark brown matching leopard print yoga pants, that went down to your ankles. And you also had a ballet dancers dark brown skirt. This was to conceal your hard on underneath, your strapon tucked snugged into your yoga pants.
You caught the eyes of many men and you jokingly growled at them. You prowled the party looking for him. Then you saw one. He was filling people's cups of beer at the keg. He hit on every girl , and would pinch their ass or lift their skirt up after they got the beer. He embarrassed every girl that came by. What a jerk. You were plotting your move observing quietly from afar.
"Hey , how are you?"
Caught off guard , a guy came up.
"Oh.... oh yeah thanks. and uh... where's your costume..."
"oh, I couldn't decide, I just didn't know if I was coming."
Yeah.. I decide to come last minute..." your eye still on the keg guy.
"I know this sounds cheesy, but I think we've met before.." shyly asking
"Oh... I'm sorry "... you reply
".... Uh ... I think I fixed your computer .. at the uh... Best Buy ..." he said
You respond " oh yeah... Idid get my computer fixed ... wow you got a good memory.. "
He grins and replies" I remembered because you were really pretty... and uh oh I didn't mean that... "
You switched your attention to him . He was blushing. He was obviously very nervous and shy. You hadn't noticed at first, but he was dressed very smartly and was kind of cute.., for a shy tech nerd...
He had a dark green button down, dark black jeans, leather dark brown ankle boots and matching belt. And he had a classic polo dark blue jacket on. His cologne even smelled good.
You smiled as he fumbled over his words.
You look back at the keg guy and he was gone.. You whisper damn! ... as you look to see where he went..
" Is everything... ok..? " he asks
You turn your attention away from the keg guy and reply. " yeah... yeah, uh.. I just looked at the line to the bathroom and it's all the way back to the kitchen. "
He says " Hey I've been here before, there's a private bathroom in a bedroom at back of house. The bedroom door is locked, but I use it and no one knows about it...
Want me to show you?"
"Oh sure .. that would be great.. "
You follow him back to the bedroom, and you actually started checking his butt out and it looked nice. He was skinny enough, he probably had those cute dimples on his butt. You quickly check yourself and tell yourself nooo , he's too nice.
He unlocked the door and y'all both go inside.
He walks back to the bathroom and turns light on and says here it is, and he walks back. You go inside and go to bathroom.
As you exit, he is leaning on a dresser.
The outside noise and music is booming. You say "it's kind of nice to get away from the music and noise." And you lean against dresser next to him.
As your hand is on the dresser, you feel his hand touch yours... it's quiet ... you look down and kind of smile.
He says, "you're the prettiest girl here and you're way out of my league, but if you leave and I don't ask, I will
always regret... cuz I'm always .. too shy.... but I have to ask , may I kiss you. ?
You look at him, you are still grinning.. and he is blushing red. You think that is very sweet and cute, and what harm can it be..
You say, "since he asked so nicely, , yes you may"
He leans closer in and says close your eyes, and you do.
Then as you are expecting to feel his lips on yours, you feel his breath on your cheek. His cheek is up to yours but not touching, but you feel him. He gently , so softly, brushes his dry lips against your cheek, his breath on your ear. , he continues to dry kiss your cheek, and it's
totally unexpected, but you start to get butterflies in your stomach and it's the most sensual kiss ever...and you begin to really enjoy it and he continues it for it seems like forever... and you feel like you've had a spell cast on you ...
Then his hand comes up to your cheek, cusps your cheek so gently and warmly and his lips move to your lips and then they touch, and he gently brushes his lips against yours... you are enthralled... lips tickling ever so slightly.. And then he moves in front of you. But you don't even realize it. His hand goes to the back of your neck, his fingers go up into your hair and he presses his lips against yours
Both of your lips smush together and what was once dry, slowly becomes wet. Your breath starts to stutter a bit.. and then he moves in closer and both of his hands wrap around you and he pulls you in.
And then you feel it.. He feels it
Your shaft is pressing against his thigh
your eyes open just as his does
he pulls his lips away, his head draws back
Then you do t know what comes over you, you grab him
You grab his face with both your hands
And pull his face back in, and you begin kissing him
You drive your tongue into his mouth
You pull him in
But as his arms were warmly around you before, they are coldly pressed against your hips, stale not moving
His neck is tight, as you swirl your tongue in his mouth , you feel he tries to withdraw his head
But you pull him in even more
Your tongue swirling all over his tongue
Your hand drops down to his ass and you squeeze it pulling him in, you feel your shaft press into your body.
But he presses his hands gently against you, letting you know he wants to pull back
You stop kissing and realesse his head, he's panting for air.
You step out and twirl him around against the dresser .
His eyes widen.
You grab his head with both hands and you begin to run your tongue all over his mouth . You are forcing your tongue into all of his mouth, in and out...
His hands on your shoulders trying to push you away.
You press harder. Your body against his, your tongue in his mouth.
His back arches as he tries to get his head away from your tongue.
As he arches back, he begins to slide down against the dresser. As he slides down, you feel your fake cock pressed against his body and against yours. You feel your erection . You release your tongue , from his mouth, and your hands aid him in sliding down. Then you put your hands on his his shoulders and push him down until he is almost on his knees , his head right in front of your crotch . You press your hips against his face. His face gets lost in the ruffles of your skirt.
But you feel your cock pressed against his face.
You look into the dresser mirror, you feel guilty at first. He's such a nice guy, but you see his head in your crotch and it invigorates your animal passion even more, you grit your teeth and purr into the mirror. As your hands hold his face against your strapon bulge, you pull your skirt away and throw it. You reach into your yoga pants and you pull your cock out and force it against his face .
A real looking cock with a head and throbbing veins. And it's big. His eyes grow wide.
You press the shaft pressed up against his face.
His hands pressing against your thighs . Your black stretch panties below the strapon and the words escape your mouth.... "Suck it!" You put the head of your cock on his lips... "Suck it!!" His lips are sealed shut... He's mumbling mmmpphh... One hand holding the shaft, a fist wrapped around it, the other hand holding the back of his head.. Your hand slips to his nose to pinch it closed. He tries to wriggle away... Then he gasps for air... And you immediately shove the head and shaft of your cock into his cute little mouth.
His eyes wide open. You thrust. You thrust so hard, it jams his head against the dresser. The entire shaft goes into his mouth. So far, His mouth pressed against your panties.
You slowly withdraw.
You say suck it again and ram your large cock in his mouth. The cock slams against the back of his throat, conversely ramming it against your soft pussy. You fist grab it again and you
You press it against his cheek to watch your head bulge against his cheek. He's is trying to get away and push you, he's gagging and mmpphhing... It's turning you on so much. Holding your cock in your fist and spanking his face with it and jamming it in his mouth, and ramming it against his cheeks.
He finally squirms away , he's on his hands and knees and coughing and gagging.
That's it, he's it. He's the one. Tonight's the night.
You're going to rape him.
Your heart is pounding. Your teeth are clinched. Your pussy is on fire and your cock is in your hand and you even feel like you have an erection.
You pull your yoga pants off , you pull your leopard shirt off. You stand there in your black bra and panties. Your kitten ears on your head. Cat woman, strong and fit and muscular. He finally starts trying to get up.
He exclaims WTF!! He stands up, you backhand him. He falls on the bed. He has a scared look in his eyes now. He begins to crawl away across the bed.
You jump on him.
You reach around his waist and undo his belt, you undo his button and zippers.
You begin to pull his jeans down. But he is holding them on . You yank on them and they pull down.
You yank his shoes off, next his pants. He's clawing to get away.
Your cock is swinging in the air .
He's wearing tight black boy shorts. He has a perfect ass. you slap it and grab it.
He's trying to pull his underwear up, but you kneel behind him you begin to squeeze his ass through his soft spandex athletic boy shorts. You rub your cock against his underwear, in between his ass cheeks.
He looks behind him.... "no... what what are you doing!!!"
as he's looking, as he's trying to crawl away, you put your fingers in the waistband of his underwear and you yank them down below his ass.
His nice little ass, .
You put your knees in between his. You spread his legs.
You grab his hips and pull them up in the air.
You grab your cock with your fist and you put it right between his ass cheeks. He looks up, right into the dresser mirror. Looking at you behind him. In your bra .
He shakes his head, please no... he begs
then you insert the tip of the head.
His eyes widen
You force it in
His eyes widen
You begin to push
His fists clinch the bedsheets
You do it
You take him
You rape him
You thrust your cock all the way in
You hear him gulp a big breath of air, his back arches , an electric rush shivers your whole body
Your fingers claw his hips
and bam you thrust hard again
The force slams each thrust into his ass and against your clit.
You slam so hard, it knocks him forward.
You fall on him
Laying on him
You wrap your arm around his neck
You bite his ear
And you even growl
As you rhythmically pump your cock into ass
You just started, but you are already about to orgasm
Each thrust sends shock waves into your pussy
You begin to release high pitched moans
You begin to squeeze your arm around his neck even more, his hands are trying to pry your arm away as you continue to thrust harder and harder
And then you can't hold it anymore
Your pussy explodes, you can't even thrust anymore
You orgasm like never before your wet juices are exploding all between your legs.
You are quivering...
Your begin to release him
You go limp on his body
You look into the mirror and he rolls you off your body
you roll over and lay prostrate on the bed.
Your erect cock pointing straight up.
You are spent.
Then you see him pulling off his underwear, he crawls back in bed..... and then you notice... he's fully erect...
it dawns on you... you came so fast... he didn't...
Then ... He begins to climb on top
He... oh shit... he straddles you
He grabs his stiff cock with his fist, and he lays it on your face... He says Suck it! Your eyes go big....and he jams it in ..... mmmpphhhh....
A/N: I was chatting with @bxngtxnfluffandotherstuff the other day about demon/devil!AU’s, and ended up calling Namjoon Daddy Devil. Now here we are.
Here is the teaser–aka my little build up to the main course–my dears. Hopefully the next part–the actual fic–will be up soon~ But first I have to write it ;*
H E L L
Quite the interesting place. Maybe not for forsaken humans,
but for demons, and beasts, and all hellish creatures alike—it’s home.
Like the layers of corrupt human society, there are levels.
7, to be exact. Each level has a…guardian.
A demon chosen by the Devil to make sure there’s no excessive mischief—that everyone
follows their orders and stays in line.
The seventh level is the worst. For the scum, the insane—home
to the monsters that even the Devil himself can’t match. Such monsters remain
trapped in the 7th level, the appointed guardian—Yoongi—only present
to make sure the door that traps them remains locked tight. He’s the strongest
of the Devil’s guardians, but also the laziest, and therefore the job fits him
The remaining 6 levels are free to interact—but you live
where you live. Prolonged stay in one level will get you kicked back into your
assigned one, because you can’t betray your human sins, and the Devil picks a
new spawn’s home with astute scrutiny. And he is not wrong—for he is the Devil.
The sixth level is guarded by Taehyung—mischievous in his
own right, but undeniably dangerous. People have learned not to trust his
handsome face, because despite his boyish wonder, he is a snake.
The fifth level is kept tidy by Jin—a man with the features
of an angel, but the strength of an inferno. And the fourth level is carefully
watched by Hoseok—a friend to the Devil and a friend to many, but his
blinding smile is all a ploy. It’s said he decapitated a man whilst gigging,
but that anyone around to witness the scene had met the Grim Reaper a second
The third level is overlooked by the youngest of the
guardians—Jungkook. The innocent looking boy had met criticism from the
long-term residents of the level—his image not living up to their dark-hearted
tastes—but after a few years to mature and establish his power, those who opposed
him soon learned that beneath his cute smile laid miles of muscle and strength—enough
to send a man flying and to break a bone with little effort.
The second level is guarded by Jimin—pleasant, yet deceptive.
He is loved by all and praised as a rightful guardian, but when push comes to
shove Jimin always manages to reestablish order—whether he does so through
violent methods or otherwise. Luckily, the second level is a peaceful realm, as
is the third, and neither Jungkook nor Jimin are forced to show their true strength
The final level—the first—is under watch by the Devil
himself. There is no violence—no disobeying of orders. The fear of punishment
is too high. Most residents are trusted generals, innocent pawns that missed
their chance to run for the golden gates, or…servants. The Devil needs a thrown
and a palace, after all—and it’s not like he’s going to take care of it himself.
And so, that’s how the hierarchy remains—at least, until
someone manages to strip the Devil of his thorny crown. But god knows that won’t
happen anytime soon.
Jungkook is performing his usual nightly rounds when he
hears it—a slightly intoxicated statement from a female demon leaning against
the alley wall outside a bar. She’s with her two friends who seem worse off—but
none have lost their dinners yet.
“I can’t believe you keep calling Him that,” one says, and
you roll your eyes.
“What? Daddy Devil? Oh give me a break, he’s the lord of all
demons—of course he’s Daddy material.”
Jungkook clasps a hand over his mouth, stifling his
laughter, and hurries to hide behind the chimney spout when the girl currently referring
to his Lord and friend as ‘Daddy Devil’ narrows her eyes and begins looking
around. Luckily, Jungkook is quick enough to evade her suspicious glare.
“For all you know he’s an old man with red skin and devil
You roll your eyes. “I know he’s not. I saw him in passing—once.
When he came to the third level for a visit. He’s…tall…”
“And being tall makes him daddy material?!” your friend
laughs, and you sigh, waving your hand in the air.
“Whatever. He’ll never know I said it anyway, so let’s just
drop it. You can keep thinking he’s an old man, and I’ll keep dreaming that he’s
tall and handsome.”
At that, all three girls share a laugh and begin to stumble
out of the alley—leaning on each other for support. Jungkook watches them go,
his lips split into a playful grin, a hint of impishness sparkling in his dark
He’ll never know I
said it anyway.
Jungkook laughs. “We’ll see about that.” After all, this is
just too funny of an opportunity to pass up.
On that note, Jungkook hops down from the roof and
disappears into the evening shadows.
Jungkook doesn’t bother using the front door to the Devil’s
mansion. That would require him to bypass the guards and be questioned on his
intention in being here—and that’s all too much of a hassle. So, he hops up to
a second story window and MacGyvers his way in—smiling once his feet touch the
dark tile floor.
Whistling his way up the hall, Jungkook starts towards his
Lord’s private quarters, but then pauses. This late in the evening, maybe he’d
better check the Play Room.
Diverging from his path slightly, Jungkook slides down the
banister to the main floor and approaches the thickly lined double doors in
front of him. From his standpoint, everything is silent—no sound managing to
slip from the room—but the minute Jungkook opens the door a sliver wanton moans
and screams flood the hall.
“What are you doing here?” A low voice asks, a hand reaching
past Jungkook and grabbing the door handle tightly. Jungkook manages to see one
woman choking on cock and another in the reverse cowboy position before the
door shuts in his face.
“I came to see you, hyung,” Jungkook replies, grinning, and
he turns to find the Devil sighing and walking away from him. Laughing, he
steps forward and launches himself onto the Devil’s back, wrapping his arms around
the male’s neck tightly, his cheek resting against his shoulder.
“Namjoon hyung~ C’mon~!”
“It’s too late for this, Kookie,” Namjoon sighs, Jungkook’s
weight not impairing his long strides in the least. “You should go back to your
level and sleep.”
“But hyung, I came because I heard something interesting.
At that, Namjoon’s interest perks a little.
“Good or bad?”
“Knowing you, I think you’ll like it,” Jungkook snickers,
slipping from his hyung’s back. Namjoon cards a hand through his hair,
watching his youngest guardian as he leisurely floats in the air in front of
“I should have never granted you flight.”
“It’s fun, you should try it sometime,” Jungkook grins in
response, and then gets back on topic. “I was doing my rounds earlier when I
heard a girl mention you outside a bar. Her nickname for you was quite interesting.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, and Jungkook can see the
curiosity slip into his gaze.
Jungkook whispers, snickering when he sees a chill run up Namjoon’s spine, the
elder’s body turning to ice almost immediately. The hall sits in silence for a
good five seconds before finally Namjoon releases a shaky breath and rolls his
shoulder, the bones cracking as he turns on his heel and starts for his
Jungkook is licking his lips happily before Namjoon even
gives him the order.