throw your head back

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Pairing; Michael x reader

Imagine; Michael falling for you, a well known con artist and player, but his family warns him. (Pt. 1/?)

There you stood laughing along with Eva as you waited for her uncle Alfie. You had been waiting for a bit and somehow Eva and you began doing silly yoga poses.


Your other friend Elizabeth has never met Alfie and has come down with a bad case of situational anxiety. This wasn’t anything new. You always try to make her crack a smile when she gets like this. Eva always catches on and helps.


This isn’t really Elizabeth’s scene, but it was either wait outside alone or come in. She finally laughs.


You’ve known Eva for about a month. And knowing Eva meant eventually meeting her uncle who she also happens to work for.


You throw your head back laughing before the door not too far from you suddenly swings open. Alfie is out of his meeting.


Elizabeth’s smile falls.


“Peaky Blinders.” Eva whispers, her expression turns to one of a unimpressed and annoyed one. That didn’t hide the fact that she is intimidated.


You watch as the three men exit Alfie’s office. You quickly analyze them and take down mental notes. Well dressed men ranging in ages of about seventeen to maybe forties.


The leading man ignores you, Elizabeth, and Eva while the oldest bows his head a bit and smiles dangerously. “Ladies.”


Then passes the younger one of the three who takes his time looking your face over as if to remember as much as possible as fast as possible.


You can’t help but let one corner of your mouth turn up, giving him a side smile.


((A/n; This is really crappy. I promise I’m going to start working on my writing skills again xx also I have trouble writing for some characters (most of the Peaky Blinders). I can get in their head, but I have trouble painting them if that makes since.))

( Because I cannot control myself, here’s another Gaston Headcanon. MORE LIKE HEADCANONS HAHA.).

Originally posted by lukeevanss

  • There’s no doubt that he’d be protective if he actually found himself that deep in love. It’d be a passionate protectiveness that (probably) seems controlling but he’s just concerned for your safety.
  • Comes into heavy play when he goes hunting(which is frequently). You’ve gone with him once or twice, and managed to shoot down a few birds to which he was beaming with pride because “I taught her how to do that. That’s my girl.”
    • The funny thing is, the more his relationship progressed with you, the more he found excuses to let you stay home when he went hunting because he was literally so worried that you would be hurt if he took you with him. (Which, you had never been hurt with him before but still, there was always the possibility.)
      • “It’s just a day with LeFou and I.” is usually the most common thing he tells you, and you bought it the first couple of times but after that it became a bit more suspicious.
      • You start holding your ground and tell him that you want to go.
        • He can’t say no to you, which comes in handy with situations like this so before Gaston really knows what’s happening, you’re getting ready to go hunting with him.
          • “It’s just a blur, LeFou. She says she’s going and I can do nothing to stop it even though I’m afraid for her safety. She’s got this sort of…” His nose scrunches in thought, “Spell on me that makes it impossible to say no.”
          • LeFou probably just murmurs to himself, “If she can handle you, she can handle herself hunting.”
  • Who am I kidding he’s probably always worried for your safety and asks if you need to be walked/escorted anywhere.
    • He’ll usually ask it in a subtle way like, “can I come”. It piques your interest, especially when you’re just going to get something from the store a block from your house. 
    • You chuckle quietly, kissing his forehead before saying, “I think I can manage.”
    • He probably just stands there and watches you walk away, his heart beating a bit harder than before. There’s something about you just leaves him completely starstruck. 
      • “It’s almost as if she… She strikes me down like  lightning gracing the Earth.”
        • To which LeFou gags.
          • He’s lowkey jealous and honestly a bit surprised that Gaston has…. Fallen in love.
      • Gaston probably offers his jacket to you whenever yo complain about being cold because he doesn’t want you to get sick. So, if he ever does give you it, you smile gently, wrap your arm around him and continue to where ever you’re going so the both of you are warm because you are also worried about him getting sick(Despite Gaston constantly telling you that he almost never gets sick). (No stress y’all, I’m making headcanons specifically for that.)
  • After some time together, you finally come to realize that LeFou doesn’t like you because he’s got feelings for Gaston himself. 
    • I’m not kidding, there’s no doubt that LeFou is protective over Gaston himself so like? You take it upon yourself to befriend him and you explain, “I love him and I’d never hurt him. Ever. I know you wouldn’t either. Can’t we just put this behind us and try to be friends? For Gaston?”
      • Things do get better, and slowly over time the two of you become the best of friends and tend to gossip every now and then.
  • You know what, while talking about being protective, I see him being exceedingly possessive at times.(Not all the time) More often than not, it happens in the tavern. With people being drunk, they don’t quite realize that they’re staring at Gaston’s girl.
    • Probably notices when someone is looking at you in that way
      • It starts off small and he’ll gives them a glance of warning, a simple, “back off’ sort of stare.
      • If it continues, it escalates. Gaston wraps his arm around you, holds you close, digs his face into your hair if you’re busy with something else. Just to remind you and who ever has your attention that he’s not appreciating the unwanted attention thrown onto you.
        • Gaston knows that you’re not some prize to be won by some drunkard, and so he stays close to you for the rest of the night. If they happen to start talking to you, he’s right on your hip, taking a sip of his drink while he’s focusing all negative energy their way. Of course, it’s something you notice and you lightly brush your fingers along Gaston’s fingers as he’s holding you from behind.
      • If the situation where one of them leans towards you, or subtly touches you while Gason is not near you, there’s always the possibility of extreme measures. Especially if Gaston notices that it’s unwanted(Meaning, you resist or you scoot away from the touch. He’s got a keen eye for this sort of thing). More often than not, it’s small daggers being thrown at them,close enough to pin their jackets to the wall. It happens so fast, it leaves you a bit breathless and a few moments later, Gaston is next to you, digging his daggers out of the wall and growling at the drunkard, “If she wanted you to touch her, she would have said so. No, get out before I personally throw you out.”
  • Binch don’t get me started on jealous Gaston. (JK please do).
    • Jealousy is probably something that happens rarely, considering Gaston is aware how happy you are with him(And call it cocky) he knows that you’re satisfied too. (HAHA in more than one WAY).
    • He gets what I like to call “ugly jealous”. If he notices you chatting it up with someone you’ve known for a while, and you gesture, throwing your head back when you laugh, staring, etc. He’ll get that burning sensation in his chest, watch you carefully to see if you’re flirting or just being friendly(And TBH he’s got no radar for that.He sees being friendly as flirty a lot of the time.)
      • Because he’s probably confused as to which it is, he takes matters into his own hand and doesn’t lash out but will storm his way over there and kiss you flat on the mouth before saying, “I’m sorry I’m late, LeFou—” He looks up and gives whoever you were talking with a rather cynical smile with, “Well, who’s this?”
        You’re left a bit light headed after the kiss and find it hard to speak and so your friend introduces themselves and Gaston feels at ease knowing that they know you’re taken.
        • Don’t get me started on the body language though. Hands on his belt, legs spread slightly, broad shoulders, he needs to make himself seem more appealing than the other. The subtle, dirty smirk as he talks to them. Even the undertone of his voice, which is actually rather husky and needy. 
          • He makes them know that you deserve him and deserve all of him. You’re the only person who deserves him. Gaston simply plays the intimidation card when he’s jealous and has gotten caught doing so many times by you.
    • I’m screaming because he probably likes it when you catch him doing this because Gaston lowkey likes being told off by you? 
    • “You don’t need to do that every time I talk to someone I know. Trust me, Gaston. You’re the only one I love and you don’t need to worry about someone else coming up and snatching me.” you sigh gently, wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting yourself against him so you can kiss his lips softly. He’s happy to respond to the kiss. His lips mesh against yours a bit harder, telling you exactly what he wanted now that he was being scolded. Snuggling his arms around your waist, he now helps you lift against his body. “And you should know better than to do that. It drives me crazy.”
      “I won’t stop doing it, you do know. I want everyone to know that you’re mine and that,” He dips his head and places a rather heated kiss to your collarbone, “I’m yours.”

I AM SCREAMING AT MYSELF. Thanks for reading guys! reblogs and likes are appreciated! Have a good one <3.

03. Valentine’s Day (M)

A/N: In honor of it being Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to embrace my trash self and write a little mini scenario for each member. Some are PWP some have backstory but they are all filled with filthy smut. Enjoy xx. :’)

Genre/Warnings: Smut; (pardon my vulgarities) featuring a Possessive Seokjin, The Pussy-Eating King Yoongi, Candle Expert Hoseok, Daddy Joon, Sub Jimin, Smug Tae, and Creative Kook.


Seokjin:

It was incredibly rare when Seokjin let his composure go and his patience wear thin. Normally he was gentle, the man taking every bit of his time to map your body out, making sure he takes notice as to what gets you writhing in pleasure beneath him. He’s patient, always putting you first, and he never asks for anything in return. But there are certain things that make him tick – one being when another man can’t seem to keep his eyes to himself.

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Sharing Is Caring (M)

Originally posted by sunshine-hobi

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Seokjin
Genre: lowkey pwp, um…this is literally filthy smut with my faves lol, oral, lowkey cum play, slight spanking, whole lotta dirty talk, explicit language (eg: cum slut, whore etc), slight thigh riding, dry humping, minor breathplay, minor gagging/choking, bondage, mentions of DP/anal, mxm themes, threesome, mutual masturbation, slight rimming, orgasm denial, Model!Reader, CEO!JinKook, Dom!JinKook
Word Count: 5.8k+ (holy crap…)
A/N: Okay this was supposed to be posted on the 1st, but I only finished editing and writing everything now ;-; yes this was my birthday present to myself lmao. Feedback is always appreciated! I really hope you enjoy because I literally died while writing it

  • Summary: “We love to share everything baby girl. Isn’t that right Jungkook?” The younger man nodded, the smirk not having left his ridiculously handsome face just yet. Jin pressed himself against you, fingers undoing the zipper of your skirt with ease as Jungkook helped the flimsy material slide off your legs, pooling on the floor. Jin slyly ran his fingers across the top of your already soaked panties. “Mind if we share your mouth tonight? You know what they say; sharing is caring.”

Jeon Jungkook. An young man who supported dark locks, cheeky smirks and quick fucks with his secretary, or rather, his secretaries when time allowed (which to his delight, was every morning and at every lunch break - unless he had meetings of course). As the owner of Jeon Magazine, a company that was entirely dedicated in making models look their absolute best and create monthly editions to sell in the shops meant Jungkook was practically living in money, but that also meant he was constantly under the spotlight, his every move being captured.

Every women he ended up sleeping with (which would be two of regular secretaries), would rave on about how good he was, how great his mouth was, how great his hips were when they were being pounded into the bedsheets at ghastly hours of the night, probably managing to wake up the neighbours next door, only managing to fuel Jungkook’s ego. If anyone threatened to tell the press, he wouldn’t hesitate to threaten them back - either that or he’d pay them a shit load of money so they could keep their mouth shut with something that wasn’t his cock.

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Keep It Down (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request: Aaliyah has friends over, but Shawn is needy. 

Word count: 1,301 (kinda short, so let’s call it a blurb)

Shawn grabbed roughly around your waist, after slamming the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind us.

In a quick move, he picked you up from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He banged your back against the wall, leaving behind a loud noise, as he roughly smashed his craving lips into yours.

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be a good girl

A/N: okay, so, i caved and i….. wrote my very first smut….. here you guys go, i hope you enjoy, there’s literally no plot, its just peter smut.

pairing: peter x reader

peter hooked his fingers in your shirt collar and used it to drag you closer. you were wearing a short skirt and his pants were already unzipped, giving him easy access to you.

“how bad do you want it?” he murmured against your neck, dragging his hands down your sides until they rested on your hips. you bit your lip and stayed propped up on his lap, grabbing his shoulders.

“bad,” you replied, almost panting already. just the anticipation was making your mouth water.

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Slow Ride

Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…

(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)

Holy. Shit.

Seriously, how much is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind, telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.

And then he does this.

Of all things, a mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy. But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.

You can’t tear your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell. One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.

“Do you know him?” the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back, sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering your eyes.

Air. You need some air.

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anonymous asked:

Wishing I was… dry jumping with Peter in my room after school and we were trying to be quiet because my parents were home

Originally posted by michael-sofar

“Peter..” You moaned his name out, rolling your hips down harder on his. His gloved hand began to tug at the bottom of your shirt, causing you to pull pack. You looked at his swollen lips and the half pulled mask that was stretched over his head. You lifted your hands, pulling it completely off. Peter’s eyes were trained on you. 

“We have to keep quiet. My parents are home.” You whispered, moving your hands to the back of his neck before tangling your fingers with the curls there. 

“I can keep quiet.” He stated, reconnecting his lips with yours. Your tongues met once again, dancing with each other, his hands coming to move your hips down upon his. The sensation you felt drove you crazy. You wanted more. You wanted more contact and less layers. Your nails pulled at his curls before making your hips grind down harder. You smiled into the kiss when he groaned into the kiss, his fingers digging into your hips harder, making them roll down on him harder. You pulled away, your hips stilling. 

“I thought you said you could keep quiet.” You teased. He rolled his eyes playfully before beginning to nip at your neck, his hands making your hips move back and forth again. You bit down on your lips, enjoying the way every time your rolled your hips, his cock would harden more. The feeling of his now fully hard dick moving almost in between your folds (if it weren’t for the pajama shorts and underwear). You mewled, throwing your head back when what you would assume was the tip of his dick came in some contact with your clit. Your hands flew to his knees, causing your chest to push out a little, granting him access to the tops of your boobs. He began leaving a trail of love bites over them, and usually you would worry about covering them but at the moment you didn’t care. The motion was so simple but it felt so good. Back and forth, back and forth. You swirled your hips in an eight figure now, feeling his dick occasionally, teasing both you and Peter a little before going back to straddling it again and grinding on top of it. 

Your eyes fluttered close, enjoying the feeling. If Peter hadn’t groaned again, you would have gotten carried away. You tugged on his hair once again before reconnecting your lips with his. He pulled away, but now before having his bottom lip held in between your teeth. You pushed him back by the shoulders, encouraging him to lay back on your bed. He fell back with a loud thud. 

“Ouch.” His hand lifted from your hip to go and rub at the back of his head. You moved your right hand to move the big calculus textbook from underneath him. His head turned to see your homework everywhere. You moved your pencils to the floor so you know they couldn’t hurt him. You were about to go down and kiss him again until he killed the mood.

“You got number seven wrong.”

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my alpha.

Originally posted by semejohn

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: SMUT, swearing, dirty talk, NSFW GIFS. porn without a plot, basically.

prompt: going into heat while living in the loft with derek being the only available alpha. 

the cold loft was deserted as you laid in the middle of your bed, beads of sweat ran down your sore skin and your breathing was coming out harder than usual. you’d turned down the AC as soon as you’d woken up, the icy air doing very little to calm your raging hot skin. you had lived with derek and issac in the loft for 6 months after being turned by scott and having no where else to go; at first you thought of yourself as an inconvenience yet derek and issac constantly reassured you that you weren’t. al though they had said it many times, you still didn’t bother them with any of your problems and tried to keep to yourself in your room.

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Six

Summary: You have to break the news to Jared and, later, Genevieve. At a convention, Jared lets slip some information that gets you into an uncomfortable situation.
Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Genevieve, Jensen, Kathryn Newton (brief Matt and Rich)
Words: 6.2k+
Warnings: pregnancy, hella drama/angst, self-deprecating reader, uncomfortable confrontations
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You had to get through another four hours of filming before you would get a chance to talk to Jared alone.

You apologised to the make-up team when you went back into the trailer, your face blotchy from being sick and your make-up ruined from crying.

The whole time you were on set, your mind was elsewhere. Specifically, you were wondering how to tell Jared that you were carrying his illegitimate, unplanned child.

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Foreign Objects

Requested- Can I also get a jungkook drabble please? 30, 68, 97 ^.^


Originally posted by baekyeolkaisoogirl

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut. Sub! Reader, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Handcuffs, Daddy Kink, Power Bottom & Slight Use of a Vibrator :))))))

Word Count: 1380

“I’ll forgive you if you kiss me.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”


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Rags

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Period talk, fluff

A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was exactly a request, but I laughed at the ask and couldn’t resist writing a oneshot about it!

A sharp stabbing pain in your lower abdomen jerks you from sleep. Before you can let out a low groan of pain, a high pitched shriek pierces your ears, emanating from behind you. Snapping your head around, you see your boyfriend staring at your bed sheets in horror.

“Buck?” you say, wondering what was so horrifying it made him scream like a school child,

“Oh god, doll,” Bucky’s head snaps up and his eyes meet yours. In the blink of an eye he’s navigated his way around the bed and is kneeling in front of you, “Oh god, what happened?”

Your brows knit together in confusion as you watch him extend and retract his hand from your body, like he wanted to touch you but was scared to, “What’re you-?”

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4 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,429

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as blood, drugs and guns.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

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The familiar cherry blossom tree shook violently against the wind as you pulled up the manor house, an accurate reflection of what your life had become. Taehyung had used the GPS locator in Jin’s cellphone to determine where you both were, once he had the all clear from Jimin he came to collect and return you. The entire car journey was painfully silent, the only noise being the loud rhythmic tapping of Taehyung’s large hands on the steering wheel.

As soon as you pulled up into the driveway the car door was opened for you, a strong arm pulling you out of the huge silver Audi Q7 and into a desperate embrace. Jimin squeezed your body in his vice-like grip, his powerful arms cutting off your oxygen supply as he grasped your waist impossibly tighter, a deep relieved sigh landing in the crook of your neck. You nearly stumbled backwards as the tiny pieces of gravel made you uneasy on your feet, getting stuck inside the ridges of your Doc Martens, not to mention the fact you hadn’t eaten or slept in days. You weakly wrapped your arms around his frame, happy to see your brother alive.

“I’ve been worried sick.” Jimin whispered, pulling away to face you. “I’m so glad you’re okay… I’m so grateful that Jin got you out of here before things got too crazy.” He admitted, stepping back from your body. Jin and Taehyung had gotten out of the car, both of them stood behind you protectively like guards.

“What happened?” You asked, your eyes drifting to Jimin’s office window where you could see Sung peeking down at you through the blinds, mascara running down her cheeks as though she’d been crying. Turning your attention back to Jimin you noticed he had a few small cuts on his eyebrow, and a swollen lip. He must’ve got hurt the other night.

“We tried to make the deal, but Hoseok double crossed us… His guy Namjoon killed one of our girls as a decoy-, I think he was going to try and take you…” Jimin admitted truthfully, he knew that he couldn’t keep you in the dark about the truth any longer. “Jin, I can’t thank you enough…” He moved his body so he was stood in front of Jin, the two men sharing a brotherly hug.

“I’m going to take a shower and get some sleep.” You lied, knowing that you wouldn’t be sleeping any time soon at a time like this. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You barely smiled, not hanging round long enough for them to oppose as you made your way across the stones, eventually finding yourself outside the safe house at the bottom of the garden.

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our little family pt.2 | jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2

Warning: Slight cursing 

“Oh come on Y/N! You haven’t been out with us in forever, people are forgetting how you even look!” Your friend whined into the phone as you let out a long sigh, setting your book down unwillingly as you’d been reading it for the last hour.

It had been weeks since your friend, Hani had been begging you to go to the club with her, with you finding a reason to not almost every week.

“But–” you started, an excuse at the tip of your tongue as you had no intention of leaving this book. But she interrupted immediately.

“Nope! Don’t you even start! I’m picking you up in 30 minutes and you’re coming, even if I have to drag you out in your pajamas. So look pretty and get ready to get hooked up babe!”

Before you could protest, Hani ended the call, making you slump against the sofa, a long groan slipping past your lips.

Time to look for a dress tonight.

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Sore Loser

Prompt: Armed with new words you’ve memorized from the dictionary, you were determined to break Lin’s winning streak in Scrabble.

Pairing: Lin x reader

A/N: Inspired by Lin’s recent interview where he used the word ‘rigmarole’.  I hate him.



You stood at the threshold of Lin’s office, hands on your hips as you waited for him to notice you.

He was sitting on the ground, laptop resting against his legs, custom-designed Hamilton headphones in his ears, and phone in his hand. His eyebrows were knitted together, his gaze focused on the screen as he typed.

“Lin,” you call, patience running thin.

When he cackles at something he read on his phone, you roll your eyes in annoyance, knowing that he was on Twitter. Deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer, you cross the room and stand in front of him.

It takes him a moment to realize you were there.

He gives you a sheepish smile. “Hi.”

You hold out your hand, tapping your foot impatiently.

With a groan, he surrenders his phone to you. “Really?”

You glare at him. “Yes,” you say, tucking his phone into your back pocket so he didn’t have any more distractions, “so get up.”

Lin laughs and sets his laptop aside. “You’re never going to give up aren’t you?”

You cross your arms and huff, mumbling not-so-nice things under your breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that Y/N? Did you say you were a sore loser?” he coos, standing up.

“Zzz isn’t even a real word!” you snap, the anger that you’ve suppressed from your Scrabble game with Lin last week rearing its ugly head at his comment.

“According to the Official Scrabble Player’s Dictionary, it is,” he retorts haughtily.

“And Za? What the hell is a Za?” you screech as you stomped to the kitchen, anger building as you remember his winning play the week before last.

“It’s what they called pizza in the 80’s. Duh,” Lin laughs, pressing a kiss against your temple before he sat down.

You glare at him across the table. You really weren’t the competitive type, nor were you the one to hold a grudge on someone.

But damn it, how the hell did Lin manage to beat you at Scrabble every week?! Every week! When you thought you were close to winning, he’d play some stupid word that you’ve never heard of that would let him win by a landslide.

Rigmarole.

Gherkins.

Syzygy.

It was ridiculous. You were so sick and tired of losing to him. You spent all day flipping through the dictionary, studying and memorizing words, ignoring his teasing when he realized what you were doing.

“Just accept it, I’m a genius,” Lin grins, grabbing the bag full of tiles, “I know people that agree with me.”

You snatch the bag from him once he finishes picking out his letters. “Your mom doesn’t count, Miranda,” you seethe.

Lin throws his head back and chortles, his laugh ringing throughout the apartment. “So it’s going to be that kind of night, huh?”

You play the word ‘quiz’, scoring you twenty-two points, and then give him a long look. “Just shut up and play, Lin.”



You stared at the board, eyeing your options.

All the tiles were gone and you knew that this would be your last turn. You were only winning by ten points, so you had to make sure you played it smart.

You could play the word ‘zoom’ for fifteen points, but then it would open up the triple word score slot. He’d definitely take advantage of that and win.  Or you could play it safe and play the word ‘green’. But then it’d only earn you six points…

“Tick, tock,” Lin sings, drumming his hands against the table.

You ignore him, breathing deeply through your nose as you decided to play it safe.

Lin hums, pretending to think before he lays down his last word.

You watch him with hawk-like eyes.

M-A-R-R-Y-M-E

“Marryme,” you say, glaring at him as you stood up, “do you really think I’m that stupid? That’s not a real world!”

“Y/N…” he starts, but you cut him off.

“I totally challenge the play!” you exclaim, getting up to grab your phone from the counter. “I shouldn’t even have to Google it, but…”

Your words die on your lips when you turn to see Lin kneeling before you, a velvet box in his hands.

“Y/N,” he whispers.

You gasp when you realize what he meant.

“Marry me,” you say, voice shaking.

“You’ve been with me since the very beginning,” Lin clears his throat, his voice getting thick, “and I can’t imagine living until the end of my days without you. Will you marry me, Y/N?”

Oh my god.

“Yes,” you breathe, tears clouding your vision.

Lin scrambles up to his feet and you dive into his embrace, arms locking around his trembling body. You bury your nose against the crook of his neck and sob, completely overwhelmed by your love for him.

When you finally gather yourself together you pull away from him. He smiles, dries your tears, and takes your left hand to slide the ring on your finger.

“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against the spot where your ring lay. His smile gets bigger when you cup his face and pull him down for another kiss.

You draw back, eyes still closed as you rest your forehead against his, a very important question nagging your brain.

“Does this mean I won?”

Lin groans.

“Technically, it wasn’t a word,” you explain as he intertwined his fingers with yours, “and if you did play ‘marry’ or ‘me’, it wouldn’t have been enough for you to win.”

You let him tug you to the bedroom as you droned on. "So I won, right?”

“Hush, future-wife-of-mine,” he murmurs, pushing you up against the wall of the bedroom.

You whimper when he gives you a bruising kiss, silencing your protests. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt as he peppered kisses down to your neck.

“As if I’d let you win so easily. I still had letters to play ‘zyme’,” Lin says against your sensitive skin, “and if you really wanted to get specific, you’d lose by twelve points.”

You let out a sharp exhale when his hands trail up the curve of your back.

“If you behave, maybe I’ll let you win next time.”

Maknae Line: Seeing Y/N for the first time (Vmin)
  • Jungkook: Whoa...
  • Jimin: Whoa what?
  • Taehyung: Whoa is me?
  • Jungkook: No, whoa is her.
  • The three of them look at you from across the room.
  • Taehyung & Jimin: Whoa..
  • Jimin: I'm gonna go over there. How do I look?
  • Taehyung: Sexy.
  • Jungkook: You aren't going over there, I saw her first.
  • Jimin: So? You snooze you lose.
  • Taehyung: That seems fair.
  • Taehyung shoves Jimin behind him and stalks towards Y/N.
  • Jimin: Unbelievable.
  • Jungkook and Jimin watch as Taehyung flirts with You. Jimin balls his fists watching Taehyung make you laugh so hard you throw your head back.
  • Jimin: You know what Jungkook, you did see her first. I'll get Taehyung away from her.
  • Jimin goes over to Y/N. From Jungkook's POV, Jimin throws his hands in the air frantically yelling out words like "How could you?!" And "With her?" Taehyung doesn't look surprised by Jimin's outburst, instead he smirks. Jimin storms out of the room and Taehyung trails after him yelling, "Minmin!"
  • Jungkook takes a deep breath and makes his way over to you.
  • Jungkook: Hi, I saw you standing here and I wanted to come over and talk to you.
  • Y/N: You mean you saw that outburst and wanted to save me from further humiliation.
  • Jungkook: Yes, exactly. I'm Jungkook.
  • Y/N: I'm Y/N.
  • ~Armygirl
World’s Best Pie

This is my submission for @avasmommy224 #JennsBirthdayChallenge

My prompt is: “I’ll have what she’s having”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warning: Smut, a lot of it

Enjoy!



“World’s best pie,” Dean muttered as he pulled into the small diner’s parking lot. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Grabbing a seat at the counter Dean looked to the specials board. A loud sensual groan snapped his head around. His jaw dropped a little at the sight of you. Eyes rolling into your head as it felt back, a look of pure satisfied bliss on your face.

As your eyes opened you immediately went bright red when you found a gorgeous man at the counter staring at you. “Sorry, it’s just really good pie. Like, we’re talking orgasmically good here!”

“Yeah I’ll bet, it sounds like you just had one!” his face went bright red as his eyes got wide. “Oh my god I am so sorry! I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just gonna turn around now and mind my own business.”

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We Don’t Talk Anymore

Originally posted by the9397

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (feat. Jimin or the other way around??)

Word Count: 2.469

A/N: this was requested before I went on hiatus when jungkook released the cover but I just now had the time to write it. I hope you enjoy it!

also I didn’t proof read yet, I’m too lazy rn please bare with me


Strolling down the street, head down, you made your way to your university. One arm clutched around the cup of coffee and the other one gripping your bag tightly, knuckles turning white. The tension in your body was eating you out alive, making it impossible to function properly. 

A piercing sound made its way to your ears, causing you to flinch and letting your cup fall to the ground. The coffee splattered all across the sidewalk, passersby throwing you judging looks while your hand roamed through your pockets, searching for the device that was equivalent to the noise that startled you.

Finally being able to grasp it in between your shaking fingers, you held it to you ear, taking a deep breath. 

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, how’s your morning?”, his voice echoed through the device, sounding too eager for your still sleepy state.

“Mhh fine”, you mumbled while trying to dodge other passersby on the sidewalk that walked in the opposite direction. “You just startled me and I accidentally spilled all my coffee on the floor.” 

A pout formed on your lips as you realized you’d had to survive the whole day without your daily cup of sweet bitterness to give you a boost of energy. Your day was practically ruined.   

His angelic laugh made a smile appear on your face and you felt your heart flutter at that sound. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you (Y/N)”, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I’ll come by after your first period and bring you a new one, does that sound good?”

You sighed in defeat. “Jimin, it’s not that big of a deal, don’t worry. It’s just coffee”, you laughed. “I can survive without it.”

His grin was practically audible through the phone. “No, you wouldn’t (Y/N) and we both know that. Your unbearable without your morning coffee. I’ll be there.” 

Walking through the gates of your university, you nodded to some acquaintances and smiled. “How do I even deserve you Park Jimin? Thank you, really.”

He laughed. “Anything for my princess. Now go get to your class, we’ll see each other in a bit!”

You giggled and hung up before letting your phone slide back into your bag and taking a seat in the back row. Still in a lovely daze, you started to unpack and placed your paper and pen in front of you, ready to take notes for once during this lecture. It was one of the hardest to concentrate at and even though you told yourself each time before class to focus, that it’s important for your future, it always ended in a disaster. Not once had you been able to listen to what the professor said, let alone take notes. Your nerves were wrecked every time after class and the only thing that could calm you down was Jimin.

All of a sudden your hackles raised and you knew he was in the same room. He had entered and was looking directly at you, making your whole body react to his gaze even though you hadn’t looked at him yet. You didn’t have to turn to his direction to know that he was there. Your body knew. 

Nervously, you started chewing on your bottom lip and kneading your hands together, trying to hold your gaze to the front. If you looked, this lecture wouldn’t be different from all the others. You had to concentrate. You had to stay strong, You had to stay focused. 

A light breeze made goosebumps appear on your arms and your heart started aching when the smell of his cologne hit your nose. Slowly you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply and remembering…


“I could stay like this forever, you know. You, me and this bed”, his deep early morning voice lulled you in. You softly hummed in response, snuggling closer to his chest and inhaling his unique scent. Butterflies danced in the pit of your stomach and electricity shot through your body wherever his fingers decided to caress your naked skin. 

“Of course we’d need to hire someone then to cook for us, otherwise we’d starve to death”, he added, making you giggle. Your eyes shot up and his hands started playing with your hair while looking at you lovingly.

You loved moments like these. He treated you like the most precious thing anyone could ever hold. He made you feel like the Queen on Earth that nobody could ever compare to. You felt safe and loved. All of his being was devoted to you in those few seconds and you couldn’t think of any better feeling than that. His arms were your home. His eyes were your savior. His lips your treasure. He was everything to you and you were everything to him. 

Just the two of you.

“We could just hire Jin. I bet he’d gladly cook for his youngest child, making sure he doesn’t starve to death”, he laughed at your comment, placing soft kisses all over your face.

“I could never starve to death with you in my arms”, he muttered and you playfully hit his chest, making him gasp in fake shock.

“Geez, you’re so cheesy sometimes”, you said while hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Only for you (Y/N)”, he laughed, pulling you closer, enwrapping you in his scent. 

Heaven was nothing compared to his arms.


A high pitched giggle made you come back from your memories and you turned your head to the source of noise, eyebrows furrowed and heart aching. One of your classmates was sitting on his lap, throwing her head back and laughing dramatically while he grinned silently, hands placed on her waist and softly tickling her.

“Stop it Jungkook, you know how ticklish I am!”, she squealed, playfully hitting his arms and smiling widely at him. 

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it”, he answered before continuing his mission.

The professor turned his microphone on, making the girl slide back onto her chair and Jungkook turn his gaze away from her, smile fading instantly. His eye bags looked horrible, eyes sad, almost emotionless. His face was pale and lips chapped. All life seemed to be sucked out of him, just like you were feeling. 

His gaze went up and your eyes met, locking for a small eternity. You saw the blood rush through his veins back to his face again, giving his cheeks a pink tint, eyes sprinkling with all kinds of emotions and lips turning to a nostalgic smile. Your heart fluttered just like it used to with a mix of a painful feeling that seemed as if someone was slamming a knife into it over and over again. Your eyes started to water but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him. He seemed to suck you in, not letting you go no matter how hard you tried to focus on your professor instead of Jungkook.

Until the girl nudged him in the side and he flinched, breaking eye contact and making you release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Quickly, you turned to the front, grabbing pen and paper and eagerly starting to write down whatever the professor was telling. Your mind was still in another dimension but your just automatically wrote everything down that you got a glimpse of. You could feel Jungkook’s stare from the other side of the room, yet you didn’t act on it. It burned holes into your ski but you stayed focused - or at least you tried to.

Throughout the whole lecture you could feel his gaze on you, so when class was finally over, you quickly grabbed your things together and ran out of the lecture hall. Almost running into your boyfriend who was waiting in front of the door, Jimin grabbed your wrist before you could splash the second coffee all over both of you.

“Wow there, slow down”, he laughed and placed a small kiss on your lips, handing you the coffee. 

You grabbed it thankfully, shooting him an apologetic smile and embracing him in a tight hug. That was all you needed in that moment. No coffee, no nothing. Just Jimin holding you tight.

He sensed that and pulled you close, still standing in the middle of the hallway, softly caressing your back, placing a kiss on top of your head. You stayed like that for a while before you looked up at him and gently smiled.

“Thank you”, you spoke, making him look a little lost.

“For what?”, Jimin asked and raised an eyebrow.

You chuckled. “Everything.”

That’s when a huge smile spread across his face, pulling you close into his arms again and softly rocking you from side to side, holding you like you were his world.

And you were. 


“Jimin!”, you called for him from your bedroom, looking at yourself in the mirror while adjusting the tight dress, already looking for a pair of shoes to wear.

His figure appeared in the door frame a second later and he looked at you questioningly. “What’s up?”

You stopped in your tracks and pulled another dress out of your wardrobe.

“Which one should I wear tonight? This black one from when we ate dinner with your parents in that really fancy Italian restaurant or the red one that I’m wearing right now?”, you turned to face him and saw his face. 

“When did you get this dress (Y/N)?”, his eyes were big and mouth slightly open, hands scratching his neck - a habit he had when he was nervous. 

“Mhh I don’t quite remember”, you said while he bit down on his lips, gaze wandering up and down your body. But boy, did you remember….


“(Y/N) have you seen m-”, Jungkook stopped in his tracks as he stepped into your bedroom, seeing you standing there in the gift he got you.

“I see you already tried your Valentine’s gift on”, he smirked before placing his bag down onto the floor and making his way over to where you were standing. His hands gently caressed the material of the dress, following your curves, exploring it as if it was all new to him. 

You hummed in response and turned back to the mirror in front of you, Jungkook holding you from behind. A smirk was placed on your lips as he started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, biting down every once in a while.

“You know, I was wondering if this dress was maybe more of a gift for yourself than for me”, you jokingly teased, making him smirk onto your skin before sliding his hands down your body to the hem of the dress.

“I’m not gonna lie, it is a pretty convenient gift don’t you think? You get something new to wear as you always complain that you don’t have enough nice things to wear and I get to look at you in it”, cocked his eyebrows at you. “And occasionally taking if off of you again”, he winked into the mirror, making you laugh and turn to face him again.

“I thought you had practice tonight”, you smirked, letting your index finger slide down his toned chest covered by one of his typical white shirts. Purposely you pressed your body against his, letting him feel every single curve of yours.

“They won’t mind if I’m late. After all it’s still Valentine’s Day and we didn’t get to the best part of today yet, did we?”, he leaned in before you could answer but you knew you didn’t need to answer. He knew your response anyway.


Hand in hand you stepped into the restaurant, your heels clacking on the floor while the waiter led the way to the already full table. Heads turned to the two of you but you tried your best to ignore it. Jimin squeezed your hand, sensing how uncomfortable you were feeling. You looked at him and he smiled at you reassuringly, making a smile appear on your lips as well.

As you arrived on the table, everybody greeted you happily before you sat down on the bench side, next to Hoseok who was already smiling at you brightly, making you feel more at ease than you would have thought. He was he definition of an angel and could make anybody happy, no matter in what kind of mood they were in. 

Jimin was sat to your left, so when you accidentally kicked someone’s feet underneath the table while adjusting your seating position, your gaze automatically shot up to dramatically apologize until you met his eyes.

He looked at you as if he was trying to take a mental photograph, regret washing over his face and small tears well up before he could blink them away.

“You look really beautiful tonight (Y/N)”, he complimented you, while holding eye contact, searching for something specific in your eyes. 

“You really do (Y/N! I really love your dress, where did you get it from?”, the girl from your lecture, his girlfriend, asked you. An honest smile was plastered on her face and she seemed sincerely interested.

You smiled back at her. “Thank you! Sadly, I don’t remember where I got this from… I think it might have been a gift or something”, you smiled apologetically and she shrugged before turning her attention back to Taehyung who was sitting on her other side.

As your gaze wandered away from her you noticed Jungkook’s expression. His jaw was clenched, hands hidden under the table but you were sure they were tensed as well. His eyes full of hurt, he glared at you before sinking his look and you noticed a small tear rolling down his cheek that he was quick to wipe away before anybody else noticed. 

At his sight, your heart started to ache like it was about to burn down in flames and every inch of your body longed for his touch. You wanted to comfort him and tell him that of course you did remember. That you could never forget, not him and not anything he had done for you.      

You flinched when Jimin placed his soft hand on your thigh, making you turn your attention to him. 

“Are you okay?”, he asked concerned, motioning to your tensed posture. 

“Yes Chimchim, I’m fine”, you faked a giggle, making him sigh in relief and place a soft kiss on your lips before turning his attention back to Jin who had started to tell his famous jokes. 

You shot Jungkook one last look before turning to Hoseok and starting a conversation with him. You had to distract yourself otherwise you’d go crazy in a matter of minutes.

You hoped that Jungkook would do the same. Distract himself. Do something else than stare at you throughout the whole night.

Jimin couldn’t find out. Nobody could find out.