this is my favorite drawer

The King (2) (NSFW)

Originally posted by alyssagisme

T’Challa x Reader

Warning: Smut

A/N: Finally after trying to write all day, I finally got part 2 done. Enjoy more art collector, sugar daddy T’Challa since I know you guys got all these feels going on from the trailer drop yesterday. I know I do. Also, I’m pretty sure I want to do a part 3. Who would be down for that?

THE KING (1)


You were sitting in your office having a meeting with your assistant when an intern popped her head to tell you that you had a call from someone. You apologized to your assistant as you picked up the phone.

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Sugar and Spice (Negan x Female)

Summary: She has a huge crush on Negan and would do anything to make him happy. He misses the taste of real pumpkin pie, so she sets out to make it for him. 

Characters: Negan x Female 

Word Count: 4,348

Warnings: SUPER FLUFF, a lil’ angst, some swearing

Author’s Note: This was a a fic request sent in by @may85 who asked:

“How about a Negan one shot where the reader found out what kind of food was Negan’s favorite, so she goes out to find the ingredients, succeeds and makes it, but he finds out that she went outside the walls and flips his shit. Fluff with some delicious Negan kisses?” 

I don’t know why I picked pumpkin pie. I’m kind of one of those people who goes crazy over it in the fall, and I feel like Negan would like it too. This is just super fluffy and yummy. Hope you guys enjoy!

Big thanks to @ashzombie13 for beta’ing this fic for me! <3

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Punishment for a sneaky piggy Feat. Gainerboynick

I’ll never know what’s worse: my boss riding my ass (not in the way I’d prefer), or my mother sending me nagging text messages.

“Honey, when are you going to come over?”

“Xavier, why don’t you ever call?”

“Found this great gym online. Maybe you should get Nick to go every once and a while. He’s packing on some weight lately and I’m just concerned.”

Jesus Christ, if it’s not one thing it’s another. I’m just happy to be home. Crack open a cold one, put my feet up, rub my pig’s ever-growing belly.

I opened the door to my house and walked inside. I heard a weird noise, like someone was getting into something they shouldn’t. As I shut the door, the noise stopped, followed by scurrying noises. I dropped my bag and quickly walked into the kitchen to find the culprit.

My pig was eating the leftover pizza that I forbid him to eat. I caught him as he was bent over, back towards me, placing the box back into the fridge. His pants sagged a few inches, revealing his round butt and hairy ass crack.

“Excuse me, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Slowly, he stood. He pulled his pants up, fixed his shirt and turned around. Right in the middle of his chubby face was a piece of pizza crust, sticking out from his sexy lips. As I took a few steps towards him, he quickly shoved it in and chewed.

“I’m pretty fucking positive that I told you not to eat that pizza. What made you think you could disobey me?” At this point, I was an inch or two from my toned midsection rubbing against his belly. He looked afraid.

“Well, I was hungry. And you texted me saying you’d be home late and I couldn’t wait for my food.”

I was furious, and he could tell. My temperature was rising and I’m pretty sure my face was a hundred shades of red.

“I mean, I’m a growing boy. I’m not supposed to be hungry.”

That’s when the anger subsided. I started breathing normally and I felt myself calm down. I was six inches taller than him, so even calm, I’m sure the sight of me leering down at him was still intimidating.

Good. I could use that to my advantage.

I smiled, and I saw his face go from terror to confusion. I reached out my hands and placed them one the sides of his gut. It’s funny: he was a struggling gainer before I met him and managed to balloon him from 195-240 pounds of pure, jiggly fat. What’s funny is all of his fat went straight to his belly. His belly, shaped like a perfect ball, with hair all around his navel, felt so warm in my hands as I rubbed it. He seemed to calm down too, as I rubbed his empty belly.

“How many pieces did you eat before I caught you being a sneaky little piggy,” I asked him, not looking up, but continuing to rub and pat his distended belly.

“Two. Honest. Only two.”

He looked down and saw my cock begin to go hard in my pants. He reached his hand out to grab it, as was his training. Whenever he saw me go hard, no matter how empty or full his belly was, he had to suck it. But not right now.

I pushed his hand aside.

“Chair,” I said sternly. “NOW.”

His belly left my grasp as he stood straight up and walked to my office, just off the kitchen. I slowly followed behind him as he did was had been instructed to do a few times before.

First, he took off all of his clothes, except for his underwear. No matter how fat he got or how it got me off to feel his struggle to ride my dick with his new girth, the one thing that could get me hard and dripping in an instant was how his belly made the elastic of his underwear roll onto itself. That beginner ball gut could do things to me that no man ever could.

He opened a desk drawer and took out a plain red shirt, my favorite color. He put it on and stretched it down his plump frame. The shirt stopped right beneath his belly button, leaving an inch or two of exposed hairy belly flesh beneath its grasp. His nipples, so hard and tiny, looked like they could stab through the cheap fabric.

Next, he grabbed the leather straps from the drawer, then headed to my work chair. Solid wood, the finest for my piggy. Solid enough to where he shouldn’t break it. Yet.

He sat down in the chair, his belly pushing at the fabric more, leather straps on his ample lap and arms resting on the arms of the chair. I walked over, using two of the smallest straps to tie his wrists down, then tied each ankle to a chair leg. As I went to stand, I noticed his rock-hard cock in his underwear. I looked up at him and was met with a subtle smile.

           After flicking his dick and watching him flinch, I said,

           “This is not for your pleasure piggy. This is your punishment for being greedy and a sneak.” With that, I stood up and left the office.

           I opened the fridge and took out two beers. After cracking one and drinking it without stopping, I surveyed the fridge to see what I had for my piggy. I stopped calling him Nick when his pants, then a size 30, stopped fitting and we celebrated by watching him eat an entire Fudgy the Whale ice cream cake.

           Pizza, four slices left. That was an obvious. Left over pulled pork in bbq sauce. Last quarter of my birthday cake. Packet of deli turkey. A few big meatballs. Half pint of heavy cream. Oh, that can wait for later. I opened my second beer and drank it faster than the first.

           I hauled piggy’s punishment into my office and sat it on my desk, all for him to see. And oh, did he see it. His eyes practically shot out of his head. But like a good pig, he didn’t say a word. He knew what was coming.

           I stood in front of him, pizza box in hand.

           “Remember,” I said, taking a slice of meat lovers pizza out of the box and lowering it towards his mouth, “You did this to yourself.” As soon as the greasy pizza met his lips, he took a big tear into his mouth and practically swallowed it whole. He kept going for it, bite after bite until he was licking the garlic spread off the crust. I let him have it.

           He didn’t slow down for the other three slices, which we devoured with such glee. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought that he was enjoying his punishment.

           Once the pizza was gone and the box rested empty next to the chair, I let piggy suck the remaining grease from my fingers. I reached down and felt his belly. Little tight, but nowhere near full.

           Next came the pulled pork. The container was big, filled to the top. I walked next to the chair, and sat the cold container down in front of his belly. Pulling my own chair up next to him, I sat down and placed one hand on the back of his head. The other hand, lightly grazing down his fat torso to tease him, reached the bowl and scooped out a clump of the meat. I raised it to his mouth, and slammed it in. He chewed with ease, and before he could swallow, I shoved another mouthful in. By the fourth mouthful we worked out a good rhythm, which was interrupted by a sudden moan. My hand stopped midair and I looked at him, as his cheeks slowly turned pink.

           “Oh, I’m sorry, is this enjoyable to you?” I asked, scooping the pork back into the container. Fucking pigs never learn to take their punishment.

           I walked over to the desk and took out a small pair of clamps on a chain. “Maybe now you’ll learn.” The right clamp closed on his hard nipple and he squealed. I smiled. “Now that’s better,” I said clamping the second one.

           Before I could give him time to adjust to the pain, I slammed a big helping of pork into his gaping mouth. Instead of the easy-go rhythm we once had, I forced handful after handful into his mouth, giving him just enough time to swallow before more was pushed. I looked down as I force fed my pig and thought I could see his belly as it puffed out and became full.

           My hand touched the bottom of the empty container and before he could catch his breath, I put a few slices of turkey into his mouth. Had he not eaten the last of the chicken alfredo last night that would be here for him too, but I had to make do.

           The slices slowly vanished and I could tell he was getting full. His chews were slowing down and his breathing slowed. But he wasn’t going to get away that easily. Piggy had to be punished for what he did.

           I opened the package of meatballs and showed him what he would be eating next. His eyes widened in protest. My eyes rolled.

           I sat the meatball down on his lap and pulled down my shorts and underwear, revealing a hard cock and low hanging balls. “Don’t give me your defeatist bullshit piggy. You take my balls in your mouth just fine, and the meatball is smaller in size.” Realizing I was right, he took the meatball whole into his mouth. Slowly, he made his way through the last of them.

           I looked at him, his belly hard and full, the shirt risen past his navel and looked painted onto his chubby body. He had food and juices around his mouth and dripping down his chin. I lifted the cake off the desk and as I turned around to present him with his final challenge, I stopped. I had a better idea.

           Running back to the kitchen, I grabbed the heavy cream from the fridge and the carton of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer. I quickly blended it to a smooth blend and brought the mixture into the room, where piggy sat, tied down and full. Little did he know his limits, and beautiful gut, were about to get pushed even farther.

           “I have a surprise for you pigs. I was going to give it to you when you hit two hundred fifty, but I think you deserve it now.” From the closet, I produced a black rubber funnel, complete with face attachment. Though he knew he was being punished, piggy smiled, his cock hard and leaking in his tight briefs. I slowly walked over and strapped the harness to his mouth, the funnel raised high.

           “Oink oink, piggy,” I said and began to pour my concoction into the funnel. As I poured, I could see the mixture disappear from the bottom of the funnel and could hear my dear pig swallow it as it came. I bet he was getting full, but my pig is a fighter, and he kept chugging along until the entire blender was empty. I unstrapped the funnel and undid his binds.

           As I did so, he dove straight for my hard cock. I told you, when it’s hard, he sucks it. And FUCK does piggy know how to suck. He glided my eight inches with ease, slurping on my meat and groping my fat balls. I moaned and coaxed him, as my hand simply laid on the back of his head and let him show me what he could do.

           Normally I could last an hour or more before cumming. But today, knowing I fed my piggy past what he could handle, knowing that for a while his normally jiggly belly would be hard as a rock, knowing that he was mine, I was closer than I thought I would be. With a few more pumps, I was unloading shot after thick shot down my piggy’s throat, soon to meet the feast I crammed into him. As my orgasm died down, piggy looked up at me, cum dripping from his lips. I smiled, using my slowly deflating cock to guide my juices into his mouth.

           “Let me clean up, then we can shower.” I grabbed the garbage and empty blender cup and headed towards the kitchen. As I cleaned, I heard another weird noise. This time, it wasn’t the scurrying of a sneaky piggy. It sounded more like…gobbling. I slowly walked towards the door of my office, and if I wasn’t already spent and empty, what I saw would’ve had me shooting more than when I went two weeks with a jerkoff.

           There was my piggy, clad only in pre-cum soaked underwear, on his hands and knees, shoving cake into his mouth. The pains of being full obviously didn’t stop him, as he slammed handfuls of my three-layer cake into his mouth. As I walked in and watched, I saw his belly pointing straight towards the floor, bowing out with the food he ate and was still eating. His ass jutted out up in the air, and like my pig, I lost all control.

           Kneeling down behind him, I slowly shed him of his tight underwear. How had I never noticed how fat his ass had gotten? I fuck him constantly, and never did I once notice his round butt, expanding like his gut had. Without skipping a beat, I dived my tongue between those hairy fat cheeks, probing and licking his tight hole. I slapped, grabbed, and pinched his fat ass, all the while he moaned loud and stuffed his face with cake. I hardly even noticed him ferociously stroking his thick fat boy cock. I saw him shovel the last of the cake in his mouth, and felt him about to give way. I reached my cupped hand right under his cock and felt him release his hot jet of cum into it. As he turned to face me, frosting covering his mouth, for the last time, I raised my hand to feed him. He took his cum out of my hand and licked it clean.

           He leaned back and rested himself against my desk. Using his finger to clean his mouth of cake, his other hand rubbed his beyond full gut. I forgot his usual belly measurements, but is swollen gut had to be at least four, if not five extra inches around by now. And it definitely wasn’t going to shake anytime soon. He took off his nipple clamps and looked at me.

           “Now piggy,” I said to him. “What have we learned here today?”

           He smiled his pig boy grin. “Sneak pizza more often.”

Self Restraint (Jay Park Smut)

Originally posted by hpfanaticinfinity

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Admin: Zion

POV: First (female x male)

Genre: Smut (soft and passionate)

I stole a glance at Jay, who was diligently working. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it was most likely the same thing he had been doing for the past few hours. Occasionally his phone rang and he would answer it and speak in a slightly frustrated voice. He didn’t like being interrupted while he was working, it slowed him down.

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‘Is that my sweatshirt?

Pietro x Reader based on the prompt above. 285 words of pure fluff and Pietro cuteness. Caution, may make your heart hurt.Requests are still open! Submit me a request from my prompt list or send me something original. Masterlist Enjoy!

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


It was impossibly cold in the tower. It felt like a hurricane was swirling around the room. I was wearing 3 sweatshirts, a pair of fleecy sweats, and fuzzy socks but it still wasn’t enough. I didn’t have anymore sweatshirts to wear but I knew someone who did.

I tiptoed into Pietro’s room being careful to be quiet in case he was in the bathroom. I had gotten yelled at for wearing his clothes before, but what was I supposed to do? Freeze? I slid open his drawer and rummaged through his shirts. I pulled my favorite one out and put it on. The blue fabric was warm and inviting. I hugged myself, breathing in Pietro’s leftover cologne.  "(Y/N)?“ a sleepy voice said. I whipped around to see Pietro huddled in his bed. Covers were piled around him in a fluffy cocoon, almost hiding him from view. ”Is that my sweatshirt?“ Pietro asked ruffling his blonde hair. I dropped my arms to my side and tried to look innocent. "Yeah?” I said in a small voice.

Pietro let his eyes roam over my body. “Looks good babe.” I smirked, and walked towards him. “Your not mad I borrowed it?” I asked reaching out to hold his hand. “Of course not.” He responded squeezing my hand. Up close I could see the glow his light blue eyes. His sent was even more intense, but not overpowering. “But, you know (Y/N), if you were cold, you could have joined me.” He said smirking and pulling my hand towards him. I laughed and fell into his bed. “I’ll have to steal your clothes more often.” I replied snuggling closer to Pietro as he pulled the covers up over us.

Just Teasing - Part Two

Pairing: Dave Hodgman x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3583

Author’s Note: Here is part two that @mf-despair-queen has requested! It’s cute, angsty, and smutty all in one, so I hope you guys like it! She also proofread this for me cause she’s amazing af. <3



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anonymous asked:

Post a picture of yourself in your favorite pose please 👽💖

my favorite pose is hunched over the freezer drawer shoveling ice cream into my face with my bare hands, but i cant hold the camera on account of my ice cream hands

Home sweet home (Fangs Fogarty  Reader)

request: can you don one where reader is Toni’s sister and they both end up getting locked out of the house so thye have to stay with someone else and she stays with fangs (her boyfriend). Later that night he asks her to move in.. you can end it however thx

A/N:I finally did a fangs imagine. Its shitty and totally cliche but enjoy it anyways.. also pea doesn’t act like he does in most of my writings because i believe he lets his guard down around fangs


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A Thousand Words

Request: I was wondering if I could request a tommy x reader where the reader is an artist and he sees her drawings of him ? Thank you :) 

 This is a shortie but I loved this request. Enjoy. ❤️

Warnings: none?

I wasn’t used to waking up with Tommy still in bed with me. He’d always find a way to ease out while I was still asleep so he could go to handle business with his family.

So you could imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes after a night with the man I love to see him sifting through my huge collection of paintings.

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Dear Journal,

Hey it’s Teddy! Today James Sirius, Harry, Ella and I went for lunch in this cute dinner. James Sirius wanted to match Harry and my sister. We were cuddled in bed, not wanting to get up.

“We’re going to be late babe..” I said.

“Mhmm…” James Sirius mumbled, his face in his pillow.

“C'mon baby.” I said, kissing his cheek, hoping it would help him get up.

“If you let me wear one of your jumpers, I’ll get up.” He smiled brightly.

“You can always wear my jumpers! I’ll let you wear the soft grey one today, but you have to get up.” I giggled.

“Okay okay.” He laughed, getting up.

I opened my drawer and picked up James’ favorite jumper of mine. Back in Hogwarts, I would leave it in his dorm on purpose, knowing he liked wearing it. We weren’t dating at the time but we were so close that sharing clothes was a normal thing to do. I unfolded the jumper and slipped it slowly on James’ bare chest. He looked up at me and smiled.

“I really like this jumper.” He smiled.

“I know. It looks better in you than on me.” I said, my fingers brushing in his hair.

“No it doesn’t!” He giggled, blushing.

I gave him a quick peck and we left the house, hoping we weren’t so late for our lunch date. We took my motorbike to get there. I loved the feeling of driving it, mixed with the feeling of James Sirius’ arms around me. When we arrived at the dinner, Ella was sipping a strawberry milkshake sitting in a booth. She looked beautiful. Her face always looked somehow happy and shinning. Her big green eyes were looking around and her painted red lips were holding a straw. James and I entered, hand in hand, walking to her booth.

“Teddy!” She said, hugging me.

“Hey Ella! You look stunning.” I smiled at my sister.

“Thank you Ted, you’re so sweet.” She blushed. “Hi James! I though your brother was joining us?”

“He is! Maybe he’s a bit late that’s all.” James Sirius said, sitting next to me, his hand on my thigh.

“Okay.” She smiled. “Have you guys looked at the menu? Everything looks delicious!”

We talked for a few minutes when Harry arrived.

“Hey Harry! This is my sister Ella. Ella, this is Harry.” I said, presenting them both.

“Hi!” Harry waved, a hint of red on his cheeks.

“Hi! I heared a lot about you from James Sirius and Teddy.” Ella smiled.

“Only good things I hope!” Harry laughed awkwardly.

“Of course! I heared you were a master in potions!” She chuckled.

We talked about Harry’s potions skill and how he found the halfblood prince’s book. James Sirius kept sending me looks, smilling because our brothers and sisters were getting along well. After dinner, we paid and said our goodbyes. James and I were going back home for some cuddles. I was helping James with his helmet when we heared Harry and Ella talk.

“You’re a really nice girl Ella.” Harry said.

“And you’re a very sweet boy.” She smiled.

“Hum I was wondering if maybe you would like to go on a date with me on friday? You hum.. are very beautiful and kind and I would like to know you a bit more if you’d like that?” Harry said, messing up his words.

“I’d like that.” She smiled.

“Great! I mean.. that’s cool. I’ll hum.. I’ll see you on friday?” He asked, his hand brushing the back of his neck.

“See you on friday.” Ella giggled, waving him a goodbye, her baby blue dress twirling behind her.

James Sirius looked at me with excitement on his face.

“Told you we were going to match them!” He said.

I giggled and kissed him, hoping on my bike.

-Teddy
June 29th 2014

forbidden love chapter six {demi lovato fanfiction}

“what did you get?” jace ask as we both make our way back to the table where demi sits poking at her ice cream. i take the seat next to hers. “strawberry.” i inform him watching as he tries to get comfortable on the metal chair. they both make a face disapproving my choice in dessert favor. “whats wrong with strawberry?!” i say a little too defensive. “the strawberries are always way too frozen.” demi smiles watching me nearly bend my spoon in the frozen fruit. jace joins in saying,” you could chip a tooth.”  demi just stares at him realizing they agree on something for the first time in weeks. jace looks at demi to agree but she ignores him. “i still love it despite its critics.” i reply taking a spoonful into my mouth looking at both of them, trying to bite into the very frozen piece.

“what time did they say to be home?” i ask while checking the time on my phone. “7.” she sighs. i glance down to “5:45″ shining back at me. both pair of parents are preparing dinner for tonight, they all thought it would be a amazing idea to have the three of us go out for “bonding time” with each other. i imagine the four of them sitting in the living room with wine glasses talking about the most boring of topics laughing at the fact this “bonding time” is just an excuse for the adults to have adult time. jace had the idea of ice cream since demi suggested digging our graves rather then spending time with him. “what now?” demi says swirling her plastic spoon into the melted colored ice cream. “arcade?” jace suggests. “ill go get the shovel now.” demi shoots back. jace laughs but we both know shes slightly serious. “the arcade sounds fine.” i reply picking up my cup along with demis. “if were twelve.” demi mutters. i push my hips against her reaching for jaces cup. i feel demis hand on my ass as i reach forward. i can only imagine what shes thinking.

the arcade has way too many people if anyone else enters the walls might burst. “oh look!!.” demi shouts over the loud music. i give her a confused look. “a twelve year old!” she sarcastically says. “oh look another one and another!!” demi says pointing to random people not paying attention to age at this point. “we get it!” i shout loudly pushing her hand down. jace stops at a shooting game jamming four coins into the slit not giving attention to either of us. demi spots something near the back, she guides me towards it. “look.” she says softly. “if you say another twelve yea-” “no.” she smiles interrupting me. our hands lock together as we enter the small photo booth. “this isnt going to work.” i say looking at the small seat meant for a child. “sit on mamas lap.” demi jokes pulling me on top of her. my ass is directly on her crotch. “mama likes.” she whispers pulling my dress up my legs. “demi.” i whisper pulling the hideous red curtain across giving us some privacy. “i only have enough for one strip.” demi tells me pulling out the right amount leaning forward pushing the coins in the slot. “lets make it count.” she smiles. the countdown begins the first photo is us looking at each other our eyes full of lust our faces only inches apart. she leans forward pushing her warm lips on mine, i cup her face wanting more. with the second snap of the camera i quickly pull one leg over her lap straddling her, my arms wrap around her neck her hands travel to my waist dragging me forward. third snap goes off. my arms lift to the roof of the small booth. demi pulls down my dress exposing my breasts. she licks my nipples, wrapping her lips around my breasts. i let go of a loud moan feeling her teeth bite down. the fourth and final snap goes off. the machine sings robotic noises printing our filthy pictures. “we both know which pair i want.” demi laughs pulling up my dress. when we make our way out i grab the strip tearing right down the middle. i purposely give her the first two. “nice try.” she smiles snatching the other half from my hand. 

by 7 we are back at jaces house gathering around the dinner table as nina rushes to get the forks. “so sorry for the mess.” nina apologizes passing her husband reaching to the drawer. the only “messy” thing i see is the pile of dish towels near the sink.  “nonsense.” my mom smiles taking a seat next to eric. “please take those dear.” nina tells jace pointing towards the napkins. he places them in the middle of the table then takes the seat in front of me. 

“are you excited for school?” nina asks me while scooping a large portion of peas from the light blue bowl. just before i answer demis hand slithers into my lap. i grab her wrist holding it in place as i try my best to focus on nina. “umm yes.” i say feeling her fingertips tracing my skin. “iam sure jace will be a gentleman by showing you around willow high.” nina smiles looking to her son, jace forces a small smile while poking at his pot roast. “oh and of course you as well demi.” she goes on realizing she left her out.“ “ill be just fine but thanks.” demi shoots back in her sarcastic tone we all know well. minutes go by while eric and charlie absorb into conversation about some kind of new model airplane being released. charlie although a soft spoken man who never really speaks much was very chatty when it came to the things he was passionate about. erics tone filled with joy as they go on and on about the details in the new model that is said to be out during the winter months. “y/n jace never told me how the date went.” nina brings up suddenly creating an awkward friction between me and demi. her hand slides away from my lap slowly. i look over towards her but she doesnt return a glance. “its was really nice.” i reply clearing my throat. “where did he take you?” nina asks ignoring jace as he makes a remark telling his mother to stop. “the diner.” i say softly watching her joyful mood change. she looks towards jace, giving him a soft smile. i catch demi roll her eyes. i lay my hand on hers but she soon retracts. “you must be very special.” nina softly whispers leaning towards me. jace tries his hardest not to make eye contact with me. “please tell me there is going to be a second date.” nina laughs. “thats up to jace.” i smile making my heart hurt watching demi. “oh he will be happy to a second date…. wont you jace?” she pushes the question on him. “yeah of course.” he agrees probably wishing his mom would stop.

demi sighs loudly getting ninas attention immediately.  “is something wrong with the meal?” nina asks which makes my insides twist together nervous of what demi might say next. she shakes her head slowly. “its just the conversations.” demi sighs swirling her fork in her mash potatoes. “oh honey i know model planes can be very boring in my opinion.” nina smiles crinkling her nose at eric and charlie at the other end of the table. eric and charlie give no attention to nina as they fanboy on. “thats not the conversation i was talking about.” demi replies not looking at anyone. nina gives a quick look between me and jace before saying,” oh sweetheart. its okay to feel envious. not everyone can have the y/n looks honey some arent as blessed as others.”  “nina!” my mom shouts which makes the men stop their chattering. the looks on their faces tell me they heard ninas comment. “what?” she says innocently. “everyone understands her jealously at this. but the fact is y/n has the looks in this duo and jace likes her very much.” nina nods looking to everyone as if everyone here has the same opinion as hers. jace looks horrified at his mothers words.  “jealous.” demi nearly laughs. “i would never be jealous of this.” demi snaps standing pointing between us. “its just an act… at least i hope.” she whispers in the most softest tone ive ever heard from her. demi disappears through the kitchen and i follow her without hesitation. as i reach the door i hear my mom begin to protest defending demi. 

she is pacing the room when i enter. “who the hell does she think she is?!” demi shouts. i close the door softly locking it. “demi.” i say softly. “she actually thinks iam jealous!” she laughs stopping in front of me then going back to her pacing. “demi!” i say loudly grabbing her wrist. “i am not jealous of jace!” she goes on trying to make her point. “i didnt say you were.”  “well someone thinks i am.” demi sighs walking towards the medium size window. i stand behind her running my hands up to her chest. “you know what might make you feel better?” i ask leaning my head against her back. “naughty girl.” she whispers pulling me around her roughly pushing me against the wall. her lips crash against mine while she reaches for her desk drawer yanking it open. her hands grab my favorite toy getting rid of any clothes she begins tightening it around her waist. “take them off.” she mutters tugging on my shorts. lifting my shirt i slip my shorts off kicking them behind her. “jump.” she smiles i do as told as she slams into me.  “baby please wait!!” i scream holding onto demi so i wont slip off her. she has me pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped tightly around her waist as the massive strap on is rammed into me. “who. does. she. think. she. is!!” demi mutters each word equals one hard thrust deep inside me. i let out a loud moan throwing my head back. “and you!” she barely screams grabbing my ass. “demi baby i told you nothing is …. fuckkkk please keep going!!” i beg as she hits my favorite spot. “why should i your being a slut.” demi says pulling out an inch. “pleasee!” i beg craving my high. “no.” she spits letting her grip go. “demi!” i nag she pushes me down on my knees. “suck slut.” she demands pushing my face towards the dildo standing tall from her waist. my lips wrap around the toy i instantly taste my juices. i suck hard not like she can feel it or anything but she enjoys the view so might as well give her one. “look at you slut tasting yourself you like that dont you?” demi smiles thrusting into my mouth causing an involuntary gag. “stand up.” i do as told wiping my lower lip. she pins me against the wall again, our naked bodies smash together i feel the toy against my pussy lips never entering me. demis lips are on mine our tongues slide into each others mouth. she begins to rock her hips making the cock toy slide slowly into me then pulling out. i whimper trying to push down onto it. “no no no.” she whispers into my ear. “you have to work for it.” demi smiles sucking on my neck. she moves over to the bed motioning me to lay down. i follow her orders laying with my legs hanging off the bed a little. she pulls me down to where it is only my upper body on the lavender throw blanket. she says nothing while she lifts my legs in the air thrusting into me with an intense amount of force. i scream out grabbing onto her. she smiles watching my reaction as i take the whole toy inside me nice and slow. “mmmmm fuck demi yesss baby.” i whimper once again wrapping my legs around her wanting her closer than ever. she lays on top of me thrusting deep inside me hitting the spot she knows all too well. before i moan out her lips are on mine and we both make moaning noise together. she must feel it too with the toy inside her. both of our hands intertwine with each others as we feel our favorite feeling about to take over. “oh my god! “ demi mumbles into my mouth. thats when i feel my high hit i scream into our kiss while the juices mix together as demi still thrusts into me. i pull away heavily breathing not letting her go just yet. “demi…. iam yours.” i whisper moving her hair that has fallen in between us. “i know babe i know…. i want you all to myself i dont like sharing.” she mutters pecking my lips. i say nothing as we hear the front door open along with our parents voices. “this second date is never happening.” demi smiles. “agreed.” i laugh pulling her in for another kiss. 

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Got7 Reacts to You Having Nightmares While He’s Away on Tour

Hey guys! I was gonna go and try to write the next of my requests but it’s a scenario request and I’m honestly super tired at the moment because I’ve been out of my room since 7:00 this morning and had class and work all the way up to dinner so yeah. Tired. Exhausted honestly. I’ll try to work on it tomorrow since my day is way shorter tomorrow. As always, if there’s anything that you want to see, please feel free to send me a request! I love writing what you guys want to see! Lets get into this, shall we?

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1. Mark

     Mark couldn’t help but sigh in relief once you said that you were okay. He would ask you what happened in your nightmare to make you so scared. You would tell him your dream as you clutch your phone to your ear. He would make soothing noises, trying to think of some way he can make you feel better.
    “Make sure your phone is plugged in and put it on speaker,” Mark instructs, though his tone is soft,“ I’ll stay on as long as I can until I have to go. I’ll tell you a story to help you sleep. Please, don’t tell Jackson.”

2. Jaebum

     Jaebum’s voice would immediately take on a soothing tone when you said that you had had a nightmare. He would feel terrible because he knows that you were probably worried about him and that’s probably what caused your dream.
     "Why don’t you run yourself a bath?“ Jaebum suggest,” I can stay on and talk to you until you start to feel sleepy.“

3. Jackson

     Jackson would want to panic, and he might even lose himself for a second. Once he starts to chill out, he would try to think of ways to help you feel better.
     "Jagiya, can we facetime?” Jackson asks cutely,“ I wanna see my beautiful Jagi.”

4. Jinyoung

     Jinyoung would have been prepared ahead of time. He always worries about leaving you alone alone when he’s on tour so he leaves behind certain things in case you need them.
      “My favorite sweater is in your bottom drawer, there’s chocolate in the snack drawer, and your favorite movie is next to the DVD player,” Jinyoung lists, trying to remember where he hid everything.

5. Youngjae

     Youngjae would try to remain as calm as possible, even though, inside, he’s worried. He tells you to put your phone on speaker phone and lay it next to your pillow.
      “I’ll sing to you, Jagi,” Youngjae’s voice takes on a little bit more confidence,“ Just relax and don’t think about it.”

6. BamBam

     BamBam would want to get you laughing so he would try to think of ways he could do that over the phone.
     "Did I ever tell you about the time I…“ BamBam launches into a dramatic retelling of an embarrassing childhood story.

7. Yugyeom

     Yugyeom would try to keep his voice calm and gentle as he speaks. He would talk about trivial things as a form of distraction.
     "We had a super long rehearsal today. They’re usually shorter on concert days but we kept messing up this one dance,” Yugyeom recounts, thinking back to his chaotic schedule.


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