this is really sloppy and i really have to go to bed

Bts reaction to eating you out

Request:  Hey, could you make one with bts reaction to you asking them to eat you out? Thx!

Guys, I want you to know that I have a daddy kink and in most of my smut reaction there is at least one member showing of “Daddy” attitude. It’s also about this one. You have been warned. Proceed.


Jin

Jin is more of a cock person. He likes to make you crazy with his cock, but when you ask him to eat you out instead, he get’s a little nervours. Not because he doesn’t like to eat you out, but because he gets sloppy. Jin likes to know the whole control is in him and when he goes down on you, he loses it. Boy just gets drunk on you juices.

Originally posted by parkjewook

Yoongi

Min fucking Yoongi. He knows how to use his tongue. He knows about the “tongue technology”. He’ll go slow, at a pace that can drive anyone absolutely mad. When he knows you are on the bring of screaming, shouting and begging, those magnifecent fingers will come in the play, his tongue will go faster and his biggest reward will be the fucked out face you’ll have, wihtout him even getting out his cock.

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Namjoon

*daddy content, read at your own risk*

He was having you at his mercy. Your hands were tied and you were following you Daddy with your eyes, praying to the God’s that he’ll be in a good mood and eat out your heavenly pussy. Thank god he was. You were so good for him the last couple of days, putting up with the fact that he had work and couldn’t always see you. The least he could do is eat his princess. It was kind of his special drink. He was one of those people who go really fast and then really slow, torturing the shit out of you. And only when you begged him like twenty times, he’ll smirk and finish you up.

Originally posted by wanna-be-korean-unicorn

Hoseok

Have you seen his tongue? Boy can do wonders if he wants. The thing is he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to look like he is controlled by you. So when you asked him to eat you out, he didn’t want to at first. But then you begged him to atleast try and boy was happy to obligate. The fisrt time he licked, he was done. From then on Jung Hoseok took his time to eat the pussy. He also found out you came a lot faster on his tongue.

Originally posted by gotjimin

Jimin

Park Jimin lives off his tongue. He eats pussy every day and it brings him such a pleasure knowing that only his tongue made you cum more than two times in the time gap of 30 minutes. Kitten licks, tongue-fucking, you moving on his tongue, name it, he can do it.

Originally posted by louizlake

Taehyung

Behold the fucking king of fingers and tongue. Kim Taehyung teached the others about the tongue-fucking and guess who was the example when the others had to take notes. You. At first you were totally against it. Was he out of his mind? And then Tae suggested that you won’t see the others. And somehow you said yes. With a satin fabric around your eyes, Kim Taehyung pushed you on his bed and started teaching his students. He fucked you with his tongue every fucking possible way that the world knows and at the fifth time you came you lost count. At the end Tae kissed you, tugged you in his bed and told you that you did great.

Originally posted by histonguetaechnology

Jungkook

Jungkook works in deals. If you teach him how to use his tongue, he teaches you how to use your yhead. It was a win-win situation for bothe of you. What you didn’t know however was, how good Jungkook actually managed to control his tongue, to know where to use it flat and when not, which basically brought you to orgasm way faster than you wanted to. When you asked him if he actually needed a “lesson”, Jeon Jungkook smirked with his lips glistening from your cum “No, baby doll, I needed to taste you at least once. And I’m not dissapointed.”

Originally posted by missbaptan


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Masterlist

Thoughts Every Journal-Keeper Has Had

•This ink better not freaking bleed through the page
•I wish I started journaling sooner
•ugh I ruined it
•What if someone secretly reads my journal when I’m not home??!
•Should I hide my journal?
•Oh god if someone read this and shared it to everyone I’d be ruined
•Why doesn’t everyone keep a journal? How can you not?!
•Damn I suck at this
•I’m gonna get off of tumblr so I can journal some more [keeps scrolling for an hour]
•I really wanna journal but I don’t feel like it
•Hmm… so if I manage to do an entry really quickly I can get to bed by 2am and still have 6 hours of sleep!
•Should I post this on tumblr? Yeah! Wait nah…
•Am I gonna let my future grandkids read this? [entry: I’m so fuckin horny] oh maybe not.
•If I keep going at the rate I’m going with completing an average of two pages a day, this journal will be filled on June 6th.
•Oh my god if there was ever a fire I swear I’d run back inside to grab all my journals.
•What IF there was a fire? All that work would be gone!
•What if I commit a crime and all my journals get gathered as evidence and they find a paper trail?
•What if the judge reads it allowed in court!
•Nah I have nothing to worry about. I’m a law abiding citizen.
•Wait… there was that one time that I…
•Should I write this down or would that be too personal..?
•What if I just started writing in code just in case?
•Ugh this drawing sucks
•Why is everyone so good at this and I’m so bad?
•I wanna paste this in, but it’ll make the journal too thick and uneven!
•Ahh this journal smells so good
•Oh man and so does this glue! Wait, you can get high from glue, right?
•I wonder what my entries would look like if I did them all while high…
•I feel so mean writing this.
•I’m dedicating this page to _______. I’ll even let them read it [but you never do]
•This is so sloppy lol what am I doing
•What if I just stopped journaling… will my journal think I died?
•Oooh I’m going to order this journal! It’s perfect! Oh wait, it’s too ______
•Oh here’s a better one. Oh but this one doesn’t have ______
•Haha this spread is so cheesy
•What if _____ found this and read it??
•I can’t wait to finish this journal so I can start my next one
•Is my journal a boy or a girl?
•If anyone went through my journal I’d beat them up.
•What will happen with my journals when I die?

It can’t be just me 😂

The Paladins Reacting To You Getting Hurt In Battle Would Include..

I DO NOT OWN THE GIF

PROMPT?:  hello! i friggin love your blog. do you think you could do a would include for the voltron paladins, how they would react to you getting hurt in battle/captured?? sorry if it’s a bad explanation, i haven’t really requested for much ahah. thank you so much!

A/N: An option for allura lovers! yay! And hell yeh i added dad Coran. Also this is my first one in this format so be kind? and these all surround the same kind of injury! 

WARNINGS: gender neutral!! pain mention?? cursing

SHIRO: When he hears your body hit the alien dirt, Shiro loses all patience. He orders all the other paladins to start kicking ass and runs to your noodle body. Although he knows it’s probably bad, he would start cradling your neck and wrap his other available arm around your midsection and nervously smile down at you. He would laugh and brush away any dirt or stray hairs. And once you got back to the castle, he would attend to your every need, even the smallest pillow fluff. Lots of “Shiro, I can walk-” “Nope, crutches.” and “Shiro, I’m breathing. You can go to bed.” but he would stay there anyway. He would keep you from fighting for at least a week. And lots of nose kisses once he feels your ‘frail and fragile’ body could handle it.

PIDGE: Once you’re taken out of battle, Pidge’s fighting power like.. triples. She finishes it for you. She will make sure that whatever hurts you, pays for it. Most of the paladins get out of the way once the news gets over the com that you’re hurt. And once she’s pulled away from kicking the enemy and berating it, she runs endless medical tests on you. Space CAT Scans and going into the castle healing pods for at least three hours a day until even the pod rejects you. She will hang out with you and make you soup and bring you water if you even look the least bit dehydrated. She will block off a good portion of the lounge so Lance and Keith have to sit on the last three feet of the couch. No one says anything. They’re afraid. 

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Just Pretend    *NSFW*

Summary: Reader wakes up from a dream about her ex; all hot and bothered.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: NSFW; Smut; Masturbation (male and female); Unprotected sex (just use a condom); some angst.

A/N: Okay, so I originally posted this on a side blog that I created (@bbuckmebarnes) but I decided that I will not be running it anymore as I don’t want to end up neglecting one and I focus more on this one anyways. SO. I’m moving the one piece that wasn’t so terrible here! Again, feedback would be great!

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Scent

Written for @waywardjoy ‘s Love the Ships Challenge!

Prompt: “What’s that smell?” “Me.”

Pairing: Wincest

Word Count: 2100

Warning: smut, possibly Sam topping from the bottom, dirty talk

A/N: This was such a fun challenge! Thanks for hosting it! XOXO


Dean comes in late, so late that Sam almost considers pretending to be asleep. But they never really sleep anyway, and he’s not some worried boyfriend trying to play it cool, so he just sits up when the motel door finally opens.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Dean whispers. He seems caught off guard, but he’s walking perfectly straight and not slurring his words, so Sam knows he’s sober.

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Comfortable?

Summery: Bucky being annoying can lead to fun times.

Triggers: oral, making out, 69, general smuttyness

Word Count; 1500+

A/N: I just needed to write some smut so here you go. (thank you @likochkah for helping me, I love you so much and I hope you did some revision)

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @marvelfanfichq @givebuckyhisplums2k16 @starstar1012 @fairy-frills @emilypkuzu  @annadier @buckystories  @shamvictoria11 @feelmyroarrrr @totheendofthelinepal @fvckingavengers @thelazyorange @creatorofwritings @callingmrsbarnes @whotheeffisbucky @palaiasaurus64 @likochkah @professional-fandoms @james-bionic-barnes @punktransparentdinosaur @janetgenea @amrita31199 @hello-sweetie-get-the-salt @blonde0n @complex-petrichor-iridescent @shitsxnxgiggles @captain-amelia-bradley @missrainbow15

Originally posted by ohhseby

‘I swear to God, James. One day I’m gonna be on the news for your murder’ Bucky had sat at your seat at the breakfast table again, after you had told him again and again that it was your seat.

‘Ohh harsh words from the short ass.’ You rolled your eyes at his attempt to hurt your feelings. ‘And don’t call me that’

‘What? James? Oh, James’ you continued saying his real name in different voice, mocking him. He retaliated by throwing daggers at you with his eyes.

‘I will be on the news for both your murders if you don’t stop’ Steve, who was reading a newspaper and had just finished his bowl of cereal, murmured at you. Loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough for you to listen.

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i put a spell on you (part 1/2, zimbits)

This fic is for the ultra-cool @porcupine-girl who won my Fandom Trumps Hate auction and was so very generous with time and prompt leeway as this fic spun out of control. I hope the resulting silliness was worth the wait! ^_^

Please do me a favor and take nothing in the fic you’re about to read seriously.


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It was unnaturally quiet in the Haus when Bitty crept his way downstairs, picking his way around abandoned solo cups and other party debris to get to the kitchen, Señor Bun hitched on his hip. He swung open the door with a sigh. He had expected the mess, but it was still disappointing to see the sheer amount of trash and spills on the floor after Epikegster the night before. Bitty set his rabbit on the counter and Señor Bun immediately began to sniff around the solo cups.

“Don’t drink anything,” Bitty warned. Señor Bun thumped the counter in protest and Bitty gave him a look and wagged a finger at him. “I mean it.”

The rabbit seemed at least momentarily convinced to stay put so Bitty turned and pulled open one of the bottom cabinets to tear off a new garbage bag from the roll. He made quick work of the various cups and drinks left on the counter and sprayed everything down with bleach before scrubbing away the evidence of any of the sticky tub juice and beer on the counter at least. Señor Bun wrinkled his nose at the bleach but hopped out of the way as Bitty cleaned around him. Bitty’s shoes still stuck to the floor when he moved, but that could be a problem for Ransom and Holster whenever they dragged themselves out of bed. He only needed the clean counter for now.

He checked his phone and rolled his eyes at himself.

“Lord, who am I up at six on a morning after a party like that?” Bitty asked Señor Bun absentmindedly. Señor Bun thumped his foot loudly, registering a complaint at the early hour as well and Bitty scratched behind his ear which elicited even more thumping.

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Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 2)

Word Count: 7k

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

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

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse

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

(gif credit)

Part 1, Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop,” You ordered the squirming boy.

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

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

“Are you questioning my judgement?”

“No, god, no!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Something I Can Turn To

For @taovol​, have a birfday Shance fic!


“Shouldn’t he be in a pod?” Keith asked, voice heavy and wary.  His gaze tracked over to where Shiro was still sprawled out on the table, the bright red marks from the attack still visible.  The whole thing seemed to be making him nervous.

Lance couldn’t help but agree.  And he tried hard not to, just because it was Keith.

Coran shook his head.  “No, no, the pods are for injuries.  You know that.”

“He looks pretty injured to me,” Pidge pointed out.  “Those marks are going to bruise badly.”

That made Coran flap a hand.  “A bruise isn’t worth the strain of a pod, even one that large.  We’ll get him some salve to clear that up sooner.  But that’s not really your objection is it?”  He gave them a sly look, brows rising.

He was right.  It wasn’t.  Their real objection was that Shiro was currently kicking his legs, trying to sit up despite the fact that he’d nearly been eaten by a plant not an hour ago.  Hunk was struggling to keep him down.  Normally he wouldn’t stand a chance, but right now…

Right now, Shiro was high as a goddamn kite.

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Mama’s Day

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: Mother’s Day morning, where both you and your husband have a surprise for each other.

A/N: Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a fic on here. This is short and sweet, it’s basically just me getting back into the swing of things with some really cute fluff.

Word Count: Approx. 1800

The way you woke up this morning wasn’t like you usually did. There was no crying, no insistent tapping on your shoulder, no tiny voices telling you they want ice cream for breakfast. No, today you woke up alone.

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Innocent? Not Really.

Theo Raeken x female!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Could you make a Theo Raeken smut where the reader is a really innocent good girl and she is Stiles sister? One night Stiles and the pack are at a party and Theo takes his chance to get the reader alone and finally do what he’s been wanting to do with her? Please and thank you so much!”
Warnings: Smut & language


  So, tonight, my brother decided that he is going to throw a part. Fantastic.
  “It isn’t really a "party”, Y/N/N. It’s just the pack getting together to hang out.“ Stiles ran behind me while I walked to the jeep.
   I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever. Can I drive?”
   "Are you high?!“ Stiles held his key above his above his head, out of my reach.
  I jumped up and down trying to get the jeep keys. "Come on, Stiles! Don’t be so mean!”
  Lydia, Scott, Allison, and Theo walked up to my brother and I.
  “Um, is everything okay here?” Lydia looked between the two of us.
  “Stiles is being a dick!” I huffed.
  Lydia gasped dramatically. “That was a naughty word, Y/N!”
  I rolled my eyes and pushed passed the two giving me grief. Theo stuck out his arm and pulled me into his chest. I stood on my tip toes to wrap my hands around his neck and hug him back.
  “Don’t worry about it, Y/N/N. They are just being assholes.” He squeezed me.
  I smiled.“ Yeah, they do it all the time, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I pulled away from Theo.
  “Are you coming over tonight?” I asked.
  Theo rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah. I mean, uh, if you want me to, I will.”
  I smiled, showing my teeth. “That’d be amazing!”
  “Y/N! Let’s goooooooo!” Stiles honked his horn at me.
  “I gotta go. I’ll see you later tonight?”
  Theo kissed my head and nodded.  "Of course. Don’t get into any trouble, Little Miss Innocent!“
  I laughed out loud and jumped in the jeep.


  Stiles put some snacks on the living room table. I sat on the couch, staring at my phone.
  "Are you going to help me or?” Stiles stood with his hands on hips.
  I smiled and quickly typed on my phone. “No, sorry. I’m busy.”
  “Doing what?! Everyone will be here any second and you are just sitting there texting! Who are you even talking to?” Stiles snatched my phone away from me.
  “I wouldn’t!” I warn.
  Stiles read the messages.

  I watched my brothers face get red and heard the front door open. Scott, Allison, Derek, Lydia, and Theo came in. Theo’s eyes instantly met mine. I threw my head in the direction of my brother. Theo looked and saw Stiles holding my phone in his hand. The two of us started to bust out laughing.
  The pack took their shoes off and chose their seats. Theo slumped on the big chair with me. I sat with my back resting against the arm of the chair and my lower body draped across Theo’s lap.
  Stiles turned off the lights and popped the disc in the DVD player. The previews to the movie started.
  “Are we watching fucking Star Wars again, Stilinski?!” Scott yelled.
  “Yes, McCall! Now shut the fuck up and watch the movie!” My older brother yelled back at Scott.
  Scott mumbled. Stiles leaned forward from his seat next to Derek. “I don’t know what you just said, but we could all be dying instead, so count your blessings!”
  I picked up my cup. “And I could be riding Theo’s dick, but whatever.”
  The choked on whatever he had started eating a few seconds ago. Everyone turned their heads to us.
  “Is he alright?” Allison asked.
  Theo coughed some more. “I’m fine! I just clearly can’t eat right.”
  I felt my ears get hot. Theo leaned to me. “Where did that come from?!” He whisper-shouted.
  I whispered​ back. “I honestly don’t really know. I didn’t think you’d hear me! And I need you to move your phone, please.”
  Theo pause for a second. “Y/N…that isn’t my phone.”
   I squinted. “What?”
  Theo took my hand and moved it to where I thought his phone was. As soon as my hand touched the bulge, I knew exactly what it was. I felt my underwear get wetter.
  “Oh…” I said.
  Theo let my hand go and rested his on my upper thigh. “I really like you, Y/N. I like you so much that it is actually hard to put into words. You are so damn pretty that every time I see you it makes my heart stop. The fact that you aren’t my girlfriend drives me fucking insane, Y/N. And right now, all I can think about it fucking you senseless.” He whispered in my ear.
  I smirked. “I’m game.”
  Theo growled, and I felt myself get wetter. We snuck upstairs to my room silently. Theo closed the door with his foot quietly. He picked me up and I wrapped my hands around his neck.
  Theo and I leaned together. Our lips connected and the kiss sent sparks through my body.
  Theo gently placed me on the bed and pulled away from me. I bit my lip as I watched him pull off his shirt. I sat up to take mine off too. Theo stopped me.
  I rose my eyebrow at him.
  “Be mine, Y/N? I need to hear you say yes before we go any further. I meant what I said about liking you while we were on the chair.” Theo held my waist.
  I smiled wide. “Of course, Theo. I’ve wanted to be with you since we met.”
  Theo pecked my lips and let me finish taking off my shirt.
  Theo cupped my breasts. “This is a pretty bra, Y/N…but I think it’ll match the floor a little better.”
  I rolled my eyes at Theo. He removed my bra and licked his lips. I squirmed in my seat a little bit.
  Theo leaned forward and took my boobs in his hands. I moaned quietly and rolled my head back.
  Theo groaned. “God, Y/N. You are so fucking beautiful.”
  I crawled up to the top of the bed. I used one finger to beckon Theo to me. He climbed up to me and kissed me. His lips unlocked doors in me that I had long forgotten.
  Theo pushed his crotch into mine. I gasped.
  “Can you, u, help me out with that, baby?” He bit his perfect, pink lip.
   I smirked. “Only if you make it hard for me to walk tomorrow.” I whispered.
  Theo moaned. “Jesus, Y/N. I thought you were an innocent good girl.”
  I grabbed Theo’s dick through his pants. “Oh, babe, good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught.”
  Theo shot up and undid his belt faster than you could imagine. He took off his jeans next and tossed them somewhere in my room. He took out one claw and tore my cloth pants and underwear in half.
  Theo slid a condom over his hard on and crashed into my lips.
  “Theo..fuck me…I want to feel your cock inside of me.” I panted.
  “Do you want me to go slow, baby?”
  I grinned. “Fuck, no.”
  Theo rammed his cock inside of me. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out. I drug my nails down Theo’s back roughly.
  Theo’s cock stretched my walls and made me a moaning and panting mess.
  “Harder, Theo. Please, fuck me harder.”
  Theo put one of his hands over my mouth and the other by my head. He thrust into me with more force. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure.
  “No, no, no, Y/N. Look at me while I fuck you in your tight, little pussy.”
  Theo’s words made me moan super loud in his hand. The feeling of Theo hitting my g-spot with every thrust made it hard to keep my eyes open, but I managed to do it anyway.
  “Look at you, Princess.” Theo praised. “You take my huge cock so well. Your pussy looks so good wrapped around my shaft. Fuck.”
  I moaned and dug my nails even deeper into Theo’s shoulders.
  Theo moved his hand from my mouth. “T-Theo. Oh, fuck, you make my pussy feel so good. Please don’t stop.”
  I didn’t think Theo’s thrust could get any harder, but they could. Theo thrusted harder and put a hand on my headboard so that the group downstairs wouldn’t hear it hit the wall while Theo pounded into me.
  I gasped as I felt myself start to cum. I arched my back and pressed my chest against Theo’s. My toes curled and I groaned louder than I should have. Theo started to get sloppy and thrusted into me a few more times. He groaned in the crook of my neck. I felt his cock pulsate in my pussy when he came.
  Theo pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the bed next to each other.
  The condom got tossed in the trashcan next my bed. I snuggled into my boyfriend’s chest. “Well,” Theo smiled at me. “not really all that "innocent” are ya, baby?“
  I kissed his chest. "Babe, I promise that only you will see me like that.”
  Theo kissed my head. The living room light flicked on and some of it shone under my door. “Hey, where are-OH, FUCK NO! Y/F/N Y/M/N STILINSKI!” My brother started up the stairs.
  “If he liked me before, he sure as shit is going to hate my guts now. ” Theo joked and I hid under my blanket.

💋I Like You Okay? [Part 4] (Grayson x Reader)

Summary:  Can u do a grayson imagine where him n y/n like each other, but neither of them tell each other but Ethan knows ofc. So u tried to move on. N Grayson been actin like an ass wit u cus he saw u out having lunch with Cameron Dallas (him Ethan n Grayson are friends in this) n u guys have a heated argument leads to him kissing n then to you guys having rough but passionate sex n u guys get caught by Cameron Dallas n Ethan coming back to the twins apartment.

Warnings: Fingering/eating out/spanking/unprotected sex/Doggy Style/cursing/AKA Grab a bible

A/N: This is so intense. I hope you guys have enjoyed this mini mini series of Grayson! Thanks for reading you guys now enjoy the sexual side of G!

Part 1Part 2Part 3

Originally posted by thedolangifs

“I hate you Grayson. Just go home please.” I said exhaustedly, but before I could turn around I was pinned up against the wall as Grayson’s warm lips kissed mine hard. I was beyond confused at whatever was happening. Three seconds ago we were yelling and the next he’s making out with me hard. “Where’s Ethan?” I asked pushing Grayson off. 

“I don’t know probably out now.” He says before reconnecting his lips back to mine. I try and grab his shoulders for better friction, but he takes my arms and pins them above my head. “No baby girl. You don’t get to do that.” Grayson then kisses me hard again. One hand had my wrists pinned while one hand moves to my breasts as he starts squeezing them. His lips connect roughly to my neck as I feel his tongue softly cover the light bruise forming. I try my best to hold back the moans which makes Grayson smirk.

Originally posted by thedesire

“Baby girl you don’t want to do that.” He says lowly as he pinches my nipples hard.

“Fuck!” I moaned as I felt Grayson’s lips on my neck curve into a smile. He knew the power he had over me. He knew just what he was doing. His hand moved from my breasts and softly slid down my body until he reached the hem of my jeans. He reconnects his lips with mine and kisses me hard. My body thrusts upwards to him. He pulls away and smirks to me.

“Keep your hands above your head baby girl, okay?” He gives my neck a kiss before he gets down on his knees and looks up to me smiling. His hands give my hips a squeeze and he places soft kisses from my belly button to the hem of my jeans. He unbuttons them and kisses the top of my underwear. His hands wander to my ass as he gives a firm squeeze. I thrust my pelvis forward as Grayson chuckles. “Patience baby girl.” He kisses my panty line and trails down my crotch. I feel him lightly kiss my slit through my panties and I was weak. He pulls my jeans down to my ankles and off my feet to where I was left in my white tank top and pink panties. 

“Why? Why are you doing this Grayson?” I asked confused which made him stop everything he was doing. I could see his jaw clenching again which made me swallow my words. I felt my heart begin to race as he quickly stood to his feet. He grabbed my wrist hard and he yanked me to my room. I try my best not to trip as he shoves me on to the bed. 

“You said Cameron treated you like a person and I said I was going to make you take those words back. Do I make myself clear? Oh baby girl you don’t know how much I’m going to make you scream. Everyone on the fucking block will know my name.” He says as he connects his lips harshly to mine again. I tried to get up, but he pinned me down.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Grayson just kisses my neck and trails down my body. Before I know it, I feel the cool air brush against exposed slit. I then feel the slightly unshaven face of Grayson rubbing against me and kissing my clit which made me buck my hips forward. I shiver at the intense of his lips sucking on my clit.

“Fuck!” I screamed which I felt him smile as he grabbed my ass and pushed me more into his face. He was eating me out hard and it felt so good. I rolled my head back as I went to lock my finger in his hair. As soon as his hair touched my finger tips he stopped.

“Do you like this? Do I make you feel good?” He asks as his finger slowly moves in circles around my clit. “Does Cameron make you feel this good?” He asks as he licks his bottom lick pulling the flesh in between his teeth. His fingers curve upwards barely tapping my G-spot. My mouth makes the shape of an O and I throw my head back. I slowly grind my hips into Grayson’s fingers. “Say it.” He growls which causes me to look at him. “Say I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” He says as his fingers slide in and out of me harder, curving his fingers to hit my G-spot each time.

“Gr-Grayson.” I sputtered as his fingers hit me harder. “Fuck you feel so good.” I moaned as I flopped my body back against the bed. Grayson slows his pace as he hovers over me. He pulls his fingers out of me and clashes his lips with mine.

My hands tangle in his hair before he pulls away from me and stood at the end of the bed. He then slips his shirt over his head before pulling his pants down revealing his larger member in his boxers.

“Turn over.” Was all he said. Before I could react I felt Grayson slide my body down towards him. He was not patient at all. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach.

“Grayson? What the hell you have a girlfr-AH!” I felt a burning sensation scatter throughout my body. I look over my shoulder and I see Grayson’s hand raised high.

“Don’t make me spank you again baby girl.” He says gruffly at which I bit my bottom lip. “Gosh I hate having to spank you Y/N. But someone needs to punish you.” Grayson says as his hand slams against my bare ass again which caused me to squeak. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smirking. “Do you like that baby girl?” He asks which I turn my head slightly to look at him.

“I mean I’m not going to say I don’t like it.” I replied shyly which I saw his tough guy side fall a little and I saw Grayson lightly laugh followed by a smile. I giggled too, before his hand slapped my ass again.

“Gosh Y/N I’m so angry with you. I can’t believe you can kiss me, my brother, go on a date with Cameron, of all people you picked Cameron.” I chuckled a little as his hand slid in between my thighs to separate them which I knew what was about to happen. “And then here you are, letting me fuck you, right here in your bedroom.” With that I feel Grayson slam into me causing me to let out a yelp. I felt my walls expanding attempting to get used to his size. This wasn’t my first time, hell this wasn’t even my fifth time. But Grayson’s dick was so huge inside of me. “Like I’m going to fuck you like this so I don’t have to see you because I know if I see your face I’ll lose it.” Grayson pulls out and slams into me again which makes me let out a moan. “Mmm baby girl your moans sound so hot.” He says as he spanks my ass and let’s his nails drag against my skin which I let out another moan.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“Fuck Gray!” I shout which causes him to thrust faster inside me. Finally I start to adjust to his size as I slam back into him. He grabs my ass hard and gives a hard squeeze. His dick hit my G-spot every single time he slammed inside of me. None of my exes knew where my spot was, but Gray did. Maybe his new girlfriend has taught him a few things or maybe me telling him about all the other guys he picked up on a few things.

“That’s it.” Grayson says before he pulls out of me and then slams my body on top of his. I knew to grind against him as he slowly slides himself inside of me. He peels my tank off with my sports bra and lies me down on my back. He thrusts into me as my nails dig into his back. “Scream my name.” He grunts as he rides me hard.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

“Scream my name.” He grunts as he rides me hard. 

“Fuck Grayson!” I moan as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he continues to pound into. I feel the headboard shaking behind me. I hear the wood slamming against the wall and the bed springs squeaking. Grayson connects my lips to his again and kisses me full of passion. At first he was very rough, but now I felt more passion. His kisses weren’t as sloppy and he wasn’t so aggressive anymore. His kisses were softer now, but fueled completely by passion with a hint of lust. This was the Grayson I fell in love with. This was the Grayson I wanted more than anyone. More than Ethan and Cameron combined.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

He slowed his pace to where now we were just taking each other in, but he quickly sped up when I could feel him start twitching inside of me. I grab his face and push his face back for a second. “Cum for me Gray.” I said as I reconnected my lips back to his again as he speeds his thrusting up. I thrust up towards Grayson and soon I feel him pull out of me and he came all over my stomach. He then takes his fingers and rubs vigorously on my clit to make sure I finished too.

“Scream my name when you cum baby.” Grayson says as he rubs harder. I rolled my hips up towards his fingers. “Who makes you feel this good?” Grayson rubs me harder at which I feel my toes start to curl.

“You do.” I said shyly which made Grayson rub harder.

“Say my name.” He says at which I feel the knot in my stomach come undone as my entire body starts to shiver.

“Grayson! Fuck Gray!” I moaned at which he started to smile. He grabs me an old shirt to wipe the cum off of my stomach. I try to get up, but he stops me.

“No just curl up in bed. We need to talk.” Grayson says as he starts to pull me into him on the bed. He wrapped us up in my comforter. After a few minutes of nothing but silence and Grayson just holding me I decided to say something.

“Did you just cheat on Sophie?” I asked realizing he was in a relationship. Grayson looked to me like he was caught off guard. “You’re a lot of things Grayson Dolan, but a cheater is not you.” I asked and he just sighed.

“I like you okay? I always have. Sophie was just for publicity and maybe to make you jealous.” He says and I lean off of his chest to look him in the eyes.

“These past two months without you and E really fucking sucked. The things you said really hurt me. Why are you just now saying something? Why did you say we were just friends on Ellen? Why now Grayson? Why not two months ago when I needed to hear it?” I was obviously hurt because I felt Grayson’s arms wrap around my bare body as he kissed my shoulder softly.

Originally posted by one-more-kiss-dear

“Because I didn’t want fans to hate on you. I’ve seen the things they would comment on your instagram every so often whenever E, you, and I would hangout. We weren’t even dating and they would say such awful things to you. Then when Sophie and I started seeing each other and the comments the fans would leave on her instagram or twitter, they were ruthless. Sophie can handle it though. She’s used to haters. You aren’t. The last thing I wanted was for us to start dating or anything and then they scare you away or you changing your mind about us.” Grayson answers which I nod in agreement.

“Why did you say those awful things to me when you caught Ethan and I kissing? We weren’t dating.” I said and Grayson just rolled his eyes.

“No we weren’t dating, but you were making out with my brother. How am I supposed to feel? I was so angry and hurt that I wanted you to feel what I felt. After that I told Ethan to stay away from you and not talk to you. Was it mature? No. Do I regret it? Kind of.” Grayson said as his eyes grazed down my body. “But I really do like you Y/N. I like you so much. Even when we weren’t talking for two months I missed you. You were my first and my last thought at the start and end of every day. When I saw you at In N Out with Cameron, I just wanted to walk over and knock him out and then run off with you, but then I remembered something.” His eyes looked down in front of him and he let out a sigh.

“What’s that Gray?” I asked concerned.

“You weren’t mine. I let you go. More like I pushed you into Cameron’s arms. That’s why I came here today. I wanted to get you back. I want you to be mine.” He says as he kisses my lips gently.

“Woah Y/N you’re naked!” We heard Ethan shout. I grabbed the comforter and pulled the blanket up to cover my bare body. “And you’re in bed with Grayson? Okay I need details. Get dressed, I’m going to order a pineapple pizza, and we are going to have a movie night like the old times.” Ethan said as Grayson and I both started giggling. Just then Cameron walked in behind Grayson. Grayson popped his head up and his smile disappeared. Cameron’s eyes immediately went to me. Grayson leaned forward to cover my body from Cameron’s eyes.

“Dude get the fuck out. She’s mine.” Grayson said and gave me a kiss right in front of everyone. When he pulled away Cameron was gone which we all started laughing. Ethan went into the living leaving Grayson and I.

“So I’m yours now am I?” I asked as I threw on my Dolan Twins hoodie with some pajama pants.

“I would really like it if you were mine.” He smiles when I walked over to him slowly. I wrapped my arms around him as my lips attach to his. His arms wrap around me as he just holds me. We pull away and he rests his forehead on mine.

“I would too.” I answered as we walked into the living room and told Ethan everything. About the bickering, Sophie and Gray not being in a real relation, about how Gray claimed we were just friends. Ethan just smiled and laughed at all the craziness we had encountered in just two months, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

That night Grayson spent the night in my room while Ethan fell asleep on the couch. He held me in his arms and he would softly kiss me all throughout the night. We watched The Little Mermaid and we just cuddled.

“I love you.” Grayson mumbled into my hair. “Like a lot.” He kisses my forehead which I just smiled against his warm chest.

“So much for being just friends huh?” I asked with a chuckle which Grayson just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Y/N I think you and I both know we were never just friends.” He says as he tackles me into a kiss.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure



Xx Thanks for reading you guys :)

Is That My Shirt

Request: archie and #33 and #34? please & thank you <3 + #32 & #33 with archie?

Prompt’s: #32 “My clothes look good on you.” #33 “Is that my shirt?” #34 “Isn’t that a bit too big for you?”

a/n; I combined these requests since they were basically the same thing and they go together really well. 

Word Count: 478

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

The doorbell rang downstairs, but I was too occupied in my current activity of dancing around my room in one of Archie’s t-shirts that I stole, along with a pair of pajama shorts, to even care about who could possibly be downstairs. “Now I gotta cut loose! Footloose, kick of the Sunday shoes!” “Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees!” I jumped at the sound of Archie joining in on my singing, except he can actually sing, where as I sound like a dying cow. “Please, don’t let me cut the show short.” He mumbled into my ear, kissing my cheek, his arms squeezing my waist from behind. 

The extra shirt fabric got tugged back with his hands as he moved, “isn’t that a bit too big for you?” Archie asked, flopping down onto my bed, I turned my music down, so I could actually hear him talk. “I think it fits just right.” I answered him, doing the air guitar as the next song started. “You’re crazy.” He grinned, sitting up on his elbows to watch me continue my crazy antics. “Wait,” he started off, catching sight of the shirt I was wearing, “is that my shirt?” He asked, with a laugh. 

I danced my way over to him, “and if it is?” I retaliated, placing my hands on my hips. Archie sat up on the edge of my bed, his face eye level with the top of my stomach, I was standing between his legs, my knees practically touching the bed. He snaked his arms around the back of my thighs, resting his chin against my stomach, “if it is, theoretically. I’d say,” he paused teasingly, acting as if he had to think of what to say, “my clothes look good on you.” He had a small smirk on his face as I ruffled his red headed locks, he tilted his down, smushing it against me. 

I squealed when he pulled my down onto the bed, now hovering over me, what is he the flash or something now? “Archie!” I laughed as he placed wet sloppy kisses across my face. “You’re gross.” I pushed his head back, “no, I’m hot.” He winked making me laugh, my face turning red. 

“I guess you kinda are.” I shrugged, “but not really.” I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, he laughed, knowing I was only poking fun at him. “So is this where some of my shirts have disappeared too?” He scanned me over quickly, “psst, no way.” I sarcastically lied, he dropped his weight on me, making me groan as he moved to the side, not completely smushing me this time. 

“I’ll let it go, on the condition that you where my shirts around me more often.” He offered, kissing the skin of my arm that was laying in front of him. “I can do that.”

Eurydice, Eat Your Heart Out (Adrino Percy Jackson AU)

In the dark of Cabin 10, staring up at the roof of his bunk, Adrien could hear the distant plucking of a harp as waves lapped lazily against the shoreline.

All things considered, it wasn’t surprising that he was having trouble sleeping; less than twenty-four hours earlier his father’s limo was nearly destroyed by a rampaging Cyclops that the middle-aged fashion mogul dispatched with a quick flick of a sword he drew from seemingly nowhere. From there, it was somewhat of a blur of packing, private jet rides, and clandestine car trips to the sunny shores of Long Island, New York, a silver pen containing the only means of protection he had in case other monsters attacked.

Monsters.

He could still scarcely believe it. If someone had told him that he was the product of an affair between his mother and the Greco-Roman goddess of love and beauty a few days ago, he would have been dialing Gorilla’s number as quickly as he could while backing away from them. Now, surrounded by dozens of half-siblings he never knew existed, Adrien didn’t quite know what to make of his current situation. He still thought he was going to wake up, home in Paris, and the whole thing would have been just a fever dream brought on by bad cheese; the attack, the journey, the music-

Sitting up in bed, Adrien strained his ears over the snoring of his bunkmate to hear the almost aimless melody that meandered its way across the waves. It was a song that sounded so familiar; like the chorus to something he had heard on the radio years ago. It couldnt’ve been coming from far, judging by the way it cut through the sound of twenty-five teenagers’ beauty sleep, so, clutching his pen and carrying his sneakers, Adrien tip-toed towards the door as quietly as possible, stepping out into the warm Long Island night.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, If it's no trouble could I request headcanons for the whole RFA and Saeran where the MC has dog and it's pretty much her best friend? Not a small dog either, like a boxer or husky or some other big dog? It can either be a puppy or adult, and nice/indifferent to cats. I mean, I love both Cats and Dogs, but dogs are almost never mentioned in mm ;; plus I thought it would be interesting.

I love big doggos hell yeah let’s go 


Yoosung: 

Dog: Bernese Mountain Dog

✮ he’s a vet so he’s all for animals 
✮ so when you tell him you have a bernese mountain dog 
✮ he’s so excited (they’re so cute) 
✮ when you explain that it’s basically your best friend 
✮ he’s so giggly and affectionate 
✮ because his s/o loves animals just as much as he did 
✮ when you move in together (into a bigger place bc I don’t think a burmese would live comfortably in a college kid’s dorm) he nervously asks if your dog is okay with cats (lisa) 
✮ when you reassure him that it’s all g 
✮ he’s even more excited!!! 
✮ i can just see him being so doting and cuddling with your big pupper 
✮ he really loves cuddling with you and this big floofer 
✮ he takes so many pictures of lisa curled up with your big buddy 

Jaehee: 

Dog: Japanese Akita

✎ she’s a bit nervous at first tbh
✎ she’s used to elizabeth who is a little cat
✎ so suddenly there’s this really large mass of happy fluff
✎ she’s startled
✎ but your akita is really well-mannered and sits at her feet with a silly dog-smile 
✎ and she’s all *heart eyes* 
✎ akitas don’t shed year-round so she’s super hype 
✎ and she enjoys brushing them with you when it’s ‘blowing it’s coat’ 
✎ she isn’t all for sloppy kisses and cuddles 
✎ she likes it when it’s calm with her and maybe sets it’s head in her lap when she’s working 
✎ but she loves watching you two interact 
✎ because it’s a big cuddle party (she’s invited~) 
✎ keeps her calm 

Zen: 

Dog: Alaskan Malamute 

✿ is high key in love 
✿ takes so many photos 
✿ he’s so grateful he’s only allergic to cat fur and not dog fur 
✿ especially because you’re so close with your doggo 
✿ loves taking selfies with the big floofer 
✿ posts them all over his social media and the RFA chat becomes a haven of the other selfies that didn’t make it 
✿ loves that they’re such a silly and photogenic dog 
✿ takes photos of all the pupper smiles 
✿ the only time he doesn’t appreciate it is when he’s tryna unleash the beast with you but your doggo is like ‘hey don’t hurt [Y/N]’ 
✿ he gets really whiny when that happens 
✿ also during summer 
✿ because they like cuddling on the bed but zen already has his own mop of hair to deal with 
✿ so it just becomes a big, hairy, sweaty mess 

Jumin: 

Dog: German Shepherd

₩ is kinda skeptical in the beginning 
₩ because of elizabeth 3rd 
₩ he’s really nervous that she won’t like your floofer or vice versa 
₩ and even though you said they were chill and indifferent to cats 
₩ you agreed on introducing them to each other slowly 
₩ so you’re taking them to a park together 
₩ and elizabeth is whiny because she doesn’t like being outside (lmao) 
₩ but your doggo is very well behaved and happy 
₩ they really like jumin and tries to impress him with their good manners 
₩ (happy panting doggo looking up with silly dog-smile at jumin while trotting along hhHHHNNNNNG) 
₩ until this savage other dog comes along, not on a leash 
₩ and is barking and trying to go elizabeth 
₩ your doggo jumps forward and saves the day 
₩ jumin was very thankful and crouches down to give your doggo pats 
₩ your pupper was very proud of themselves (jumin has accepted floofer) 

Seven/Saeyoung: 

Dog: Chinook 

✞ loves loves LOVES your chinook 
✞ tries to train it to fetch honey buddha chips for him
✞ models his dog robot to look like them 
✞ when he’s stressed out he likes to just look at you and your big doggo cuddling 
✞ and then joining in 
✞ loves to just drown in the fluff 
✞ has 0 problem with getting kissed/licked 
✞ also likes that he has a moderately intimidiating watchdog 
✞ one time when vanderwood had snuck in while you and saeyoung where sleeping 
✞ your floofer was barking and growling up a storm 
✞ and saeyoung screamed and pounced at vanderwood when he pulled out his taser 
✞ ‘DON’T TOUCH [Y/N]’S DOGGO!!!!’
✞ vanderwood: ‘doggo?’ 
✞ is super protective and doesn’t like vanderwood being around them 
✞ they become meme’y friends 


I changed Saeyoung’s icon thingy because the keyboard was causing problems and spreading the text so it didn’t really fit in with the rest of the post, so I hope y’all don’t have a problem with it 

I hope you like the nice doggos I chose, this was a very enjoyable request to write heheheh! ♡♡

Fall For You | Drabble 02

Summary: Sometimes the desire to hit up the hottest party runs thin. Luckily, you and Jungkook have other ways to pass the time.
Word Count: 3.730
Rated: M
Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03
Mood Music: X

The end of a stressful week of midterms means the beginning of a weekend where you can spend as much time as you want wrapped up in blankets in your bed. For three blissful days there are no assignments from your professors, no responsibilities, and absolutely nothing to keep you from marathoning Netflix until your eyeballs fall out.

Hyeri had left a while ago after confirming that you were, in fact, still breathing from beneath all of your blankets. Saying something about being across campus with her new boyfriend if you needed anything, and now that the sun was beginning to set and sports were getting out for the evening, your solitude would likely be coming to an end.

Just as another episode starts playing, someone unlocks the door to your dorm, and Jungkook comes barreling into the room in all his post-baseball glory, throwing his gym bag into the kitchen without a care.

“Love?”

“In here,” you call back, not bothering to stick your head out of the blankets.

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Special Instructions (5/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: E
Word Count: ~3200
Chapters: One Two Three Four

I love y’all and hope this little tidbit of humor and sexual tension cheers you up if you’re feeling down ~ ❤️🍕 

reader requested tags: @ilovemesomekillianjones @lenfaz @like-waves-on-the-beach @emmaswanchoosesyou @blessed-but-distressed @tiganasummertree

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Special instructions: tell me jokes, joke man

Things were going great with Killian despite the fact that they communicated almost solely through text message. She’d spent nearly the entire first week of November out of state chasing a particularly sneaky skip and she was pretty sure the number of texts between them had fallen into the thousands by now.

They talked a little about their lives, just little tidbits about their likes and dislikes and the gossip from their respective friend groups. Emma liked crime shows; the less scientifically accurate, the better. Killian was into sitcoms. They both enjoyed reading but where Emma loved horror and suspense, mainly every book Stephen King had ever written, Killian was actually into sensual romance novels. (He’d only been slightly embarrassed to admit it.)

David and Mary Margaret were trying to get pregnant, and Belle and Killian’s older brother Liam were pregnant; they’d practically just found out that she was 10 weeks along and Killian was psyched at the prospect of becoming an uncle. Ruby was getting over her recent heartbreak by beginning an interesting three-way relationship with a martial artist and a dog groomer, both women, both ridiculously head over heels for her. Killian’s buddy Will was inheriting a bar from his recently deceased boss. Regina and Robin were planning the most extravagant wedding ever, and by that she meant that Regina was planning the most extravagant wedding ever and Robin was passively agreeing with all her decisions. And Killian’s best friend Ariel’s Etsy shop was booming; apparently handmade mermaid tails and shell bras were in surprisingly high demand.

They learned quite a bit about each other. Their friendship was blooming…

But mostly they flirted.

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Fix It

Originally posted by umpontoazulnoceu


Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request: No.
Word Count: 1,538
A/N: So I had the idea to do this earlier and…now I’m sad. I didn’t go into too much detail with this one, but bear with me for the beginning. Please leave requests and yeah…That’s really all I have to say. If you want to ‘enhance’ the experience, a song you can listen to while reading this is Surrender - IAMX and then also Easier - Mansionair. Enjoy!
Warnings: Mentions of Suicide attempt
Italics = You, Bold = Jeff, Bold Italics = Friend’s mom
(Y/F/N) = Your Friend’s Name, (Y/F/LN) = Your Friend’s Last Name

 Your heart raced as you picked up your bag and dashed out of the classroom. Voices from behind called out your name, but the sound became faded as you neared to main doors. You were upset, beyond upset. (Y/F/N) had been emitted to the hospital earlier that day, and it broke you heart. They’ve been with you through everything, they were always there for you and you couldn’t stand to know that they were hurting. The newly brought pain pricked at you as you sprinted to the hospital, you decided it would take too long to drive, you needed to be with your friend now. The run was shorter than you had expected, but still you were out of breath. You burst through the glass doors of the building and leaned over to try and catch your breath. The people there turned to look at you, and a few even asked if you needed help, but you waved them off. Slowly you walked up to the front desk and asked for your friend. The lady, who was wearing a knee length white dress, eyed you before speaking. “Excuse me Ma'am, only family members are allowed to see Mrs. (Y/F/LN) at this time.” Your hands balled into fists and you shook your head, “Excuse me but-” “It’s okay, she’s with me.” (Y/F/N)’s mother put a hand on your shoulder while looking at the lady behind the desk. She politely smiled before motioning for me to follow her. You took this time to examine her, and it was obviously that she’d been crying. The stains from her tears left that part of her face a different color, she was still dressed in her work clothes but they looked wrinkled and sloppy. You both arrived at the elevator and stepped in. Mrs. (Y/F/LN) pushed the button that would take you guys to the appropriate floor and leaned back. It was quiet because you were the only two, and you didn’t know if you should ask about the situation or not. You’d spaced out looking at the floor, but was brought back into reality when the elevator ‘dinged.’ The doors opened, and Mrs. (Y/F/LN) exited first with you following close behind. She stopped at a room with the number 537 printed next to the door. It was odd, she didn’t move to go inside, but rather just stood there. It seemed that she’d drifted into thought, and you’d really felt bad for her. You could see that she was learning how to cope with it all, and you knew it wasn’t easy. The sound of the doorknob twisting was brought to your attention, and the doctor stepped out. He kindly smiled, moving around to get to where he needed to be. Your throat became dry as you stepped into the bright, white room. (Y/F/N) was lying in the bed, with a mask over their face. Their eyes were closed and it looked to be that they were sleeping. But everything was so real, you could see the hint of pain written all over them. You sat down in the seat next to the bed and grabbed your friend’s hand. The mother walked back in and quietly sat next to you. “I guess I never told you why (he/she) is here.” She looked drained, and you thought it was weird what grief could do to you in a short amount of time. “It was a suicide attempt, overdose to be exact, (Y/F/N)’s in a coma and the doctors don’t know if (he/she) will make it.” You wondered if she could hear you heart break, because to you it was loud. You were blaming yourself for everything, and you thought that maybe (Y/F/N) had accused you of not caring before attempting to take their life. The tears rolled down your smooth cheek, but it was silent. It was the type of agony that was hushed, the type of agony that didn’t show exactly what you were feeling. Because in reality you wanted to bawl, and not in silence. You wanted to scream, and show everyone that you were hurting. The ringer on your phone went off, and you stepped outside to take the call. It was your boyfriend Jeff Atkins. You were debating on whether or not to tell him what happened but you knew, at the end of the day, that you’d need him. “Hello?” Your breath was shaky as you answered the phone. “Hey, what happened to you?! You just left, is something wrong?!” Jeff was practically yelling and you moved the phone away from your ear until he finished speaking. “I’m at the hospital, can you…I need-please?” You had tried forming a proper sentence but your voice was failing you. “I’m on my way okay?” You didn’t answer but dropped your arm to the side of your body. Turning, you walked to the end of the hall to take the elevator down to the first floor. Upon reaching the ground floor, you walked into the waiting room and sat in one of the cushioned blue chairs. You leaned your head against the wall, waiting for Jeff to arrive. It took him about thirty minutes to get there, and when he walked through the door you saw he was carrying two bags. “What’d you buy?” Taking the seat next to you, he pulled out some small baggies with sandwiches in them. “I thought you’d be hungry.” You took one of the bags as he handed you a bottle of water. Instead of digging in, you put your head on his shoulder. Jeff then pulled out a notepad and a black pen, handing it over to you. “I didn’t think you’d want to talk about it, so I thought maybe you’d write about it.” Setting the food aside, you took the materials and set them in your lap. “My friend tried to overdose,” “(Y/N) you don’t have to-” “And I blame myself, for everything.” As much as you tried to blink away your tears, it didn’t work. They were stronger then last time, you were crying. Jeff pulled you into his lap, and rubbed your back. You buried your face into his neck and continued to cry. When your wails had died down you started again, “I could’ve saved (him/her), but I wasn’t there enough. I didn’t listen enough, I…I didn’t care enough.” “Stop, stop…you can’t blame yourself for something like this.” You could hear that he was crying too, “I hate seeing you like this. It’s a terrible thing, yes, but you can’t do anything about it. Maybe we’ll never know why they did what they did but you shouldn’t blame yourself for it.” “I messed up…” “You’re only human (Y/N).” You stayed silent for a while, in the comfort of your boyfriend’s lap. You’d become tired from the amount of crying earlier and fell asleep.
   You woke up and it felt like you had only been asleep for a few minutes. Your eyes were red, and stung a bit. Jeff was already up and kissed your temple, “Morning beautiful.” You chuckled, knowing you looked like mess but that was Jeff, a complete sweetheart. You got up to stretch and decided that you’d go upstairs to check on your friend again. “You coming?” You asked. He got up and followed you to the elevator. When you reached the floor, multiple doctors and nurses kept running out of the same room. Mrs. (Y/F/LN) came out with her hands covering her face and walked towards you grabbing your hand. “You’ve been a good friend, but I think you should go now honey.” “What’s going on, is (Y/F/N) okay? What’s happen-” “Just please…you should go.” You’d guess that Jeff go the message because he pulled you back to leave. You weren’t slow, you had an idea of what happened but you didn’t want to believe it. “Your mother has been blowing up your phone, I should get you home.” Jeff had carried you to the car and put your seatbelt on for you. You didn’t really move around because you felt dead inside without your best friend. His hand found you thigh, and rubbed it in a comforting motion, “It’s okay babe, you’re gonna be okay.”
   Soon you had arrived home, greeted by your mother yelling out at you. You left Jeff downstairs to explain what had happened, and walked up to your bedroom. Not bothering to change clothes, you laid down on your back looking up at the ceiling. Jeff walked in not too long after and crawled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. Your hands instantly started playing with his hair, and for a minute you forgot just exactly what you were dealing with. “I know you’ve tried your best, and I know you’re hurting but…you shouldn’t beat yourself up. I know your heart is broken but I can fix it.” “Hold me.” You sounded desperate and you were. He rolled over to your side before putting his arms around you. “Get some sleep, it’s been a rough day.” Jeff left a few kisses on your neck and closed his eyes. But what he didn’t know as he drifted to sleep was that you weren’t nearly as broken anymore.

~A

The Guy Upstairs

Word Count:2,588 

Warning: Smut 

A/N: a nice smut story with a little bit of aggressive Jin. Again! Big shout out to bangtans-baby for the quick edit!^^


 You tapped your pencil against your notebook in an annoyed manner. You knew in college, partying was second nature. But what you didn’t understand is how someone could have a party every week. How and when did their school work get done? This was the problem you were having with your upstairs neighbor, Jin. Over and over, you had asked him to keep the noise down but he continued to neglect your feelings. And this wasn’t one of those parties’s where people invite friends over for a small gathering but a P-A-R-T-Y! Where there is liquor and loud music involved. Students become sloppy drunk and no longer care about their surroundings or the people around them. They puke and fall down everywhere, not to mention the aftermath of cleaning up the mess. 

A loud thud followed by cheering interrupted you from your thoughts. You threw the comforter off of you in a huff and changed into sweatpants. You grabbed your keys and left out of the front door. Before you could take a step, a guy spouted vomit over the hallway floor and himself. This was the shit you were talking about, the negligence. Who was gonna clean this up once the party was over? It wasn’t like you stayed in the dorms and have janitors tidy up the place. You, Jin, and another guy on the third floor stayed in an apartment building and paid a quarter of the rent. The rest was funded by the school. The best part was that you had your own apartment to yourself, complete privacy. 

No roommates, no RA, no school staff to bother you. It sounded like heaven on earth that is, until you found out your neighbor was a party animal. And when he wasn’t partying, he was fucking his extremely vocal girlfriend. The sounds of their lovemaking was so loud and vivid, they could of been fucking right next to her. You stomped up the stairs. His apartment door was wide open, people stumbling in and out. After wandering around, you found Jin in the kitchen with some friends and his girlfriend. He looked buzzed but alert. When he spotted you walking towards him, he smiled. 

“Look who finally came to party.”

 "Can I have a word with you?“ You spoke, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. Jin pulled you into his bedroom which, surprisingly, was neat and clean. He closed the door behind you, shutting out the rest of the party. 

"So what’s up?" 

You turned to face him, crossing your arms. "You promised me the last time that you would keep the noise and bumping down to a minimum. I know we are neighbors and we have to deal with each other until one of us moves out but could you at least show some compassion? I’m trying to study for an exam coming up in a few days but your parties are distracting. If I wanted to study or do homework in the privacy of my own home, I should be able to do that without being disturbed." 

Jin looked at you sympathetically. "I apologize. I’ve had a tough week with school and I wanted to relax with some friends. I swear, we will try to keep it down next time." 

"You said that last time, Jin!" 

"And I mean it this time.” He countered. You scoffed and walked passed him but before you could leave out the room, he spoke again. “You’re always so uptight. I’m here if you ever want to relieve that stress." 

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your apartment, slamming the door once you made it inside. That night, you slept with a pillow over your head until the party died down at 4:30 that morning. You awoke mid-afternoon and dress for class. You heard noises in the hallway but didn’t pay much attention to it until you stepped outside your door. Four guys were thoroughly cleaning from top to bottom. They were washing the walls, sweeping, mopping, and dusting off the banister. Soon there wouldn’t be a trace of a party ever occurring. You were really impressed. 

"Excuse me but why are you doing this?” You asked one of the boys. 

“Jin paid us to clean his apartment and the hallway." 

"Oh… okay. Well thank you, you guys are doing a great job." 

You left and returned a couple hours later to find Jin waiting at your door. "What are you doing here?” You questioned, earning a chuckle from him. 

“I live here too.” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“I meant what are you doing at my door?" 

"I was hoping if you would let me take you to lunch. There was something I wanted to talk to you about." 

You looked in his face to see if he was joking. You and Jin never associated with one another outside of the apartment building. But it’s wasn’t "drunk Jin” or “silly Jin” only a guy with a serious look on his face. 

You found yourself at the local diner sitting across from Jin. You two had ordered a simple burgers, fries, and coke and were waiting on the waiter to bring it to the table. He was the first to speak and break the silence. 

“Thanks for joining me today. I know this may seem a little sudden." 

 "That’s okay but I’m curious to know what you wanted to talk about." 

"First, I would like to apologize about the loud noise coming from my place every weekend. It was selfish of me to ignore your feelings and disrespectful of me not to let you know what is going on. So I’m coming to you like a man and letting you know that from now on, I promise not to make a sound.” The last thing you expected was for him to apologize and it caught you off guard. 

“Second, I promise to clean up after each party. You don’t have worry when you step outside your door." 

 You took a sip of your drink and cleared your throat. "Thank you for understanding, it really means a lot. I’ll try not to bitch at you so much if that helps." 

"It does,” Jin smiled. You both shared a laugh before lifting your glasses for a toast. “To neighbors…" 

"To neighbors!" 

~~~ 

The pillow was pressed against your ears, trying to drown out the sounds. It had been two weeks since Jin had taken you to lunch and promised to keep the noise down. But as of that moment, he was upstairs fucking his annoyingly loud girlfriend. Not to mention the bed was bumping against the wall. The day before, he had threw another party. It was so chaotic that drunk people were trying to enter in to your apartment. You should have known better than to trust a word that came out of his mouth. Jin will always be an inconsiderate jerk who only cared about himself. You were over it. 

The next day, you stormed up the stairs banging hard on his door until he opened it. A sleepy head Jin emerged from the other side of the door. His hair was unkempt and he was shirtless. You figured he would still in bed, after all, he did have a long night. Jin rubbed his eyes trying to focus on you. 

"What’s up?” His deep raspy voice asked. Your breath hitched in your throat as you lost your train of thought. 

“We need to talk.” You pushed past him and entered his home, waiting on him to lock up. What you needed to say was unpleasant and you didn’t want your other neighbor to hear. It’s suddenly dawned on you that his girlfriend could still be there. You didn’t ask before you came barging in and it made you somewhat uncomfortable. 

“She’s not here.” Jin spoke. He caught you looking around, trying not to be obvious but you failed. It’s actually surprised you when you heard his voice again. You weren’t aware that he was watching your every move. 

“Oh… well that’s good,” you tried to play it off by flipping your hair in disinterest. “I didn’t want your girlfriend to think something was going on between us." 

Jin uncrossed his arms and walked closer to you. "She’s not my girlfriend.” He whispered in your ear before walking into the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and you took the time to take a breath. Your heart was pounding and you didn’t know why but you were also nervous. This was the second time you were alone with Jin but this time you were in his house and it was just the two of you. It didn’t help that you were wearing tight short shorts and a loose sleeveless shirt, while he just paraded around in just pajama pants. 

“So what did you want to talk about?" 

You turned around and found Jin still topless, drying his face and hair with a towel. Your eyes drifted down to his abs that flexed every time he moved his arms. When your gaze returned to his face, the end of his lip was curled in a smirk. You placed your hands on your hips to show him that you meant business. 

"We sat at lunch and you promised me that you weren’t going to be noisy." 

"When was I noisy?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him. "The party two days ago! It was so out of control people were trying to break in to my house! And then yesterday, your girlfriend was screaming so loud I can still hear her voice echoing in my head." 

Now it was Jin turn to cross his arms. "When a party ends, it’s up to them to find their way home. I apologize if they thought your door was home. And I told you, she is not my girlfriend. Just someone I sleep with from time to time.” 

"But they are your guests!” You screamed at him. 

“Yeah but I told you that "I” would keep down the noise. I never mentioned anything about my friends or guests.“ He stated confidently. Your eyes widen at the true nature of his words. All at once your anger boiled over. 

"You asshole! I can’t believe I trusted a single word that came out of that smart ass mouth of yours!” But Jin only laughed. 

“Now, now… I thought you promised to be less bitchy." 

"Fuck you!" 

You stormed towards the door, only to have it slammed back in your face and you being pushed up against it. Jin turned you around and leaned in close to your face. His all to familiar smirk present on his face. 

"With an attitude like yours, you make me want to. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be so uptight." 

You stared into his eyes and without thinking, your lips crushed his. Jin responded by pulling your body towards his. Your tongues met in the middle as the fight for dominance began. He gripped your hips, making you feel his present hard on. The kiss ended and his mouth latched on to the side of your neck while he fondled your breast in his palm. 

"Do you always leave out the house without a bra?” Jin whispered in your ear. He didn’t even give you time to respond back before your shirt was being lifted over your head. Immediately, he spotted a piercing on your right nipple and chuckled. “You really are a bad girl." 

Jin placed his mouth over the entire areola, flicking the piercing with his tongue. His hands worked removing your shorts until you were standing in front of him naked. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bedroom, tossing you on his bed. 

"Wait, won’t your friend get upset that you’re fucking someone else?" 

"Why must you keep bringing her up? Is it because you are jealous after hearing me fuck her last night?” You rolled your eyes. 

“No." 

 Jin nodded and leaned his body over yours. "Good, because I plan on fucking you harder." 

He kissed down your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach until your glistening pussy rested in front of his face. He placed a light kiss just above your clit and moved away. Jin stripped out of his pants and laid with his back on the bed. You questioned his movements until he pulled you on top of him with your pussy in his face and his cock in yours. Instantly you felt his tongue lapping at your clit. You gripped the base of his cock and licked up the precum that was dripping down his shaft. Placing your mouth over the tip, your head bobbed up and down as you stroked him, taking more of him in your mouth. You heard him grunting under you which only encouraged you to move faster. Jin removed his mouth to wet his index and middle finger. He used his middle finger to tease your tight ass hole before penetrating it. His index finger entered your pussy and his mouth went back to work on your clit. You were in complete bliss and could feel yourself leaking down his finger. You groan around his cock and retaliated by massaging his balls. Right away, he pushed you forward, making his cock leave your mouth. 

 "Fuck,” he groaned. “Ride me." 

He held his cock still as you hovered over him. Slowly you slid down his length, emitting a moan from both of you as he stretched you open. You leaned forward and held on to his thighs as you began rocking your hips back and forth. Jin had a clear view of your ass and his cock moving inside your pussy. You moved your hand to rub your clit, tightening yourself around him. Jin felt the difference and threw his head back, relaxing against the mattress. His hands gripped your waist as he helped you grind on him. After listening to his reaction, you turned your head to look back. 

"Cumming already?” You teased. 

“Not even close." 

Jin sat up, wrapping his arm around your waist and flipped the two of you over so that he was on top. He spread your legs wider making his cock sink further into you. You held on to the bed for dear life as he plowed into you over and over. You voice echoed off the wall and you could feel the bed moving across the floor under two bodies. You finally understood what it felt like to be vocal and you loved the feeling. You were surprised if the entire neighborhood didn’t hear your moans. That feeling at the pit of your stomach was approaching and you knew you were close. Jin did too. His finger slowly circled your clit while still pounding away made your orgasm come a little too soon. Your pussy squeezed him, refusing to let go until your orgasm died down. Jin helped you ride it out by thrusting into you harder and faster. His orgasm was not too far behind. He pulled out and nutted all over your ass and back. He fell to the side of you and the room became quiet as you both tried to catch your breath. 

"So now do you promise to keep down the noise?” You asked, sitting up to look at him. 

 Jin thought for a minute before he answered. “Nope." 

"But, why?" 

"Now that I know what you will do to me if I’m loud, I think I’m gonna throw a party every day.”

For Better or For Worse

A/N: Look! I wrote a thing! I found this buried in the land of Hannah’s half finished fics and I decided to finish it. This originally supposed to be a Hotch fic but I changed it up to be Spencer… because I am a sucker for Spencer… I hope this isn’t too horrible. I am a bit rusty when it comes to writing Spencer. Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, arguing.

*****

You were in the midst of a full blowout with Spencer. He had promised to make it home in time for dinner with your parents who had flown from out of town to see the two of you, and he blew them off.

“This is getting ridiculous, Spencer! You promised you wouldn’t miss them being here, but of course, a case came up! How many more times will you show me that your job is a priority over me before I actually start to believe it?” you yelled across the room at him.

He was still in his collared shirt that he wore to work, his tie loose around his neck. He looked tired. His hair was messier than normal, looking as if he ran his fingers through it out of stress more than once.

“I know, Y/N. I know this is hard. But we made a commitment. For better or for worse? Honey, I am so sorry that I missed them… I’ll make it up to you, I promise”

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