too much frictions

anonymous asked:

I dare you to tell another story from the apartment


Today, we’re going to talk about the time Paul’s desire for superior firepower turned into a mini arms race that ended with me setting Eric on fire with a homemade flamethrower.

No, Matt Boomer, you sexy motherfucker, I am not kidding you. Let’s begin with some details.

So when I was at the University of Iowa, several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I.

We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too fucking light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some fucking bullshit right there. So we fixed it.

We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PVC pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun, essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners.

So when I moved back to Chicago, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them.

However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Brad practiced in his room every day, Josh built an extended clip for his gun, and Kyle bought the fucking Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decided aiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics).

And then there was Paul.

Paul was fucking terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on.

So Paul decides to solve his aim problems in the most Paul way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a motherfucking t-shirt cannon.

You see, Paul, much like Kyle, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying.

So Paul became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Eric and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Brad added an extended magazine to his gun, Kyle built a harness so that he could shoot his fucking stupid fucking bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Josh booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Paul again, so he decided to step his game up.

He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim.

So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Eric adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Kyle buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second.

So Paul steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Eric modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Kyle and brad modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Josh jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher.

And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control.

Brad starts making smoke grenades, Kyle solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Eric breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Paul realizes that the Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room.

So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shame anywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Josh had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from.

That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Josh in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.

So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Kyle made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a fucking flamethrower and I don’t know what the fuck is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Josh to keep him the fuck away. At some point Brad barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide.

We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three fucking days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen.

So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Eric also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help.

I did not know he was there.

So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Eric’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso.

Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire fucking hurts. So Eric is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Eric is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall.

Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do?

Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape? Congratulations, you’re Brad.

Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Kyle!

Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Paul.

Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Josh and also mentally unstable please put your sword away.

So Kyle comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Eric only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Paul puts out the last of the flames, Josh decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Brad decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again.

So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Josh he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from?

deal | pt 2 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,848 

warning: pure filth you’re welcome

part one | part three

Jungkook is no longer tender, his lips ravish your body in such a way that it has you believing that the powerful kiss you had shared earlier that evening was nothing but a mere brush of flesh upon flesh.  Hands don’t hold you like priceless porcelain, instead it’s with a vice like grip that he clings to the skin of your hips almost as if he’d cease to exist if he let go.

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Mijo // Jeff Atkins

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

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

Warning: Some smut?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom!” Jeff shouted.

“Can I look?” she asked, in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

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

You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.

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

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

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

Part Two


Originally posted by jiminspraisekink



Hi guys! It’s been a year since I updated this fic T_T Everyone asked for a pt.3 , but I wrote over 14k words and I still wasn’t done, so I decided to split it and make a pt.3 and pt.4. I hope you enjoy! Part 4 should be released soon as well, and it will be rated.

Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-Smut
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 6953 words
Summary: This the follow up of what happens after you and Jungkook gather up with your friends to play truth or dare and it gets a little dirty.   

Don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it in the comments/message box <3


It was just another regular day for Jungkook, your normal college student who was strolling alongside other students. He was casually walking through campus, kicking the ground with his Puma shoes as he scrolled through his twitter notifications. Twelve notifications and ten of them were from Hoseok alone.

What the f*ck is going on this time? Has he gotten married or something? Who sends ten messages in a row when no one answers back? Hoseok hyung is such a drama queen, Jungkook scrolled through the messages Hoseok sent him

(10) New messages from Hoe-suck

(1) Did you fuck?

(2) Did you got laid?

(3) Where did she touched you first?

(4) Did she knew about your Spanish Kink?

(5) Don’t tell me y’all slept it off?

(6) Oh no, you didn’t send her back home did you?

(7) You definitely sent her back if you’re not responding to me


(9) Reply, you fetus!!!

Oh lord, he really needs to chill, Jungkook sighed before he finally noticed the tenth message

(10) Screw it, I’m messaging Y/N and asking her.

F*ck NO. YOU’RE NOT MESSAGING HER! His jaw suddenly dropped as he dialed hoseok’s number as fast as he could

All he got was Hoseok’s automatic voice message:

“You have reached the message box of your hoe for some hope, please send in a message after the beep or else I might sleep off and never reply to you, because I don’t take calls unless they’re from my usual booty calls. Have a nice day too.”

“Hoe for some hope?” Jungkook chuckled heartlessly “More like, HOE that ruins your life and runs off afterwards. What hope is he even referring to? ” he sighed “What the heck was he thinking when he recorded that?” he finally chose to text him back “Hold the fuck back Hoe Suck, No one is talking to Y/N about what happened last night” Jungkook typed his message in a fury

It wasn’t long before a new notification popped up on Jungkook’s phone

(2)    New Messages from Baby Girl

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Massage Therapy (2/2)

Massage Therapy 2/2

Bucky x Reader

College AU

This was written for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K Challenge

Prompt: “Do not try and twist this around to be my fault when it’s clearly yours.”


Summary: Bucky harbours a crush on you and asks you to help him with an assignment. Things don’t turn out as planned.

Warnings: Lots of swearing (I forgot to add that as a warning last time. SORRY!) SMUT. Oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (I guess they didn’t have time to work out the logistics? WEAR A CONDOM FOLKS).

WC: 2569

AN: It’s really wordy. And I know nothing about kinesiology or muscle groups or massage therapy so please don’t get upset.

The response to Part 1 was absolutely mind-blowing. I feel a lot of pressure that Part 2 will make a lot of you happy so I do hope you all enjoy it. Also, I’ve tried to tag everyone who’s requested to be tagged BUT I wasn’t able to save the asks that I replied to privately so I hope that I didn’t miss anyone and I won’t tag anyone under 18. Sorry folks but that’s illegal.


Wednesday arrived quicker than anticipated and you found yourself looking forward to what the evening held. You knew that your makeup would be ruined after a massage so you opted to be comfortable and go without.

Bucky had texted you earlier in the day to confirm what time to meet and you both agreed that late evening would be best. You figured you could go straight to bed afterwards seeing how the day before you had pulled an all-nighter to finish one of your essays.

Knocking on the door, you felt slightly nervous. You had had massages before but the therapist was never a friend. You weren’t sure if it would be uncomfortable or awkward but you didn’t have time to dwell on it as Steve quickly opened the door, pulling you into a hug.

“Y/N! How are you?”

“Fine,” you replied, your voice muffled into his chest.

He released you and you smiled up at him, “Bucky ready for me?” you asked.

Steve laughed, “In a manner of speaking.” You looked up at him, quizzically and he cleared his throat, “He’s in his room. I’m ah, heading out so you two enjoy yourselves.” He gave you a wink.

It was your turn to laugh, “Not sure how much enjoyment he’ll be getting out of this, but I’m certainly looking forward to it.”

You opened Bucky’s door and walked in. You had been in his room before but he had transformed it into a sanctuary of sorts. Soft music played in the background, candles cast a glow, and the room smelled faintly of lavender.

“Bucky?” you whispered and jumped when he came out of his ensuite bathroom.

“Why are you whispering?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It’s … so peaceful here. The mood called for whispering. That was weird. Sorry.”

He walked up to you and peered at you. “You look different.”

You blushed. “Yeah, I’m not wearing any makeup. I figured, it would get all smeared anyway so what’s the point?”

He kept staring and you squirmed under his gaze, “Quit it, you weirdo.”

He shook himself and smiled tensely at you. “So, uh, I’m going to leave the room. And you… you need to get undressed and climb on the table. Lay! Lay on the table.” He quickly made his way out. “Just holler when you’re ready.”

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Straight White Boy Problem #823

the homogeneity between my friends and myself is quite scary. i want to be a unique person but not too “different”, because then that will cause too much friction in my friend group…I just want friends that can talk about things other than sports apparel and rap music!!! is that too much to ask????

Title: Have Mercy on Me

Genre: Romance, Friendship, future Smut

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader

part one | part two | part three


How exactly did I end up here? You couldn’t really recall the exact thoughts that led up to this moment. Sitting in a blacked out SUV, with a one Kwon Jiyong who had a ice pack pressed up against his now bruising face. What was I thinking! With your head in palm and your perfect bun now in a lopsided mess to the side and your lipstick smeared across your mouth you pressed your body as close to the door as possible.

    “…I don’t fucking bite.”

    The sudden sultry voice made you jump in the quiet car and it took everything in you to look straight at him. Your gaze met his and your breath caught. He had said it so smoothly as if you guys were casual friends. You nodded, “well I guess that’s a good thing.” Instantly you wanted to suck those words back in. However when you saw the little twitch at the corner of his mouth you made peace with your choice of words.

    Without a second thought you slid over and grabbed his wrist. The quick movement caused him to tense up and you could feel him try to pull away from your grasp. Giving him a brief threatening glare which he equally matched, you did not back down. Pulling the bag of ice away from his bloody nose, you hissed just imagining how it felt. It don’t look broken, but he was going to have to take some painkillers if he wanted some peace tonight.

“Well, it doesn’t look broken, but you might have some bruising around the eyes. I would head to the hospital if I were you. I’m pretty sure you can’t afford any kind of broken anything.” Sliding back over to your side of the car, you started to fix the mess on your head after fighting with the hair tie that was tangled beyond belief.

You continued to watch him from the corner of your eyes as he grabbed a couple wipes from the middle console and began cleaning up the blood that was beginning to dry on his face. Surprised when he offered you a few that you gladly accepted. You had almost a stroke when you a saw the makeup smeared against your face in the reflection of the car window.

“I wanna thank you for helping me back there, I know you didn’t have too.” Every Time he spoke it made you tense up. To say you were nervous was an understatement. He was famous. He was handsome. He was bloody and oddly you found that little fact to be a slight turn on which you kept brushing off. You trying to keep your composure calm and the exhaustion wasn’t helping. The only thing your wanted was your warm sheets and your canine friend. The events of this night however kept playing over and over in your head, knowing well that the adrenaline was gone by now after sitting in the car for over an hour. You would gladly do it again.

          * two hours ago

You weren’t sure exactly what was going on. It was two in the morning, but the club still had the ambiance as if it was still a young night. You had remembered getting a text from two friends to meet them at club Arena. After searching for what felt like forever you had settled for drinking instead. There was too much friction, bodies, sweat and sexual tension in this place to even try looking for two individuals.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself crashing to the floor, you glass shattering and you could feel your knees throbbing. In spite of your calm mind there were times where your temper took control of your body. Swinging around, with rage blinding you and in more control over heels than you ever had before you lunged. Just as you jumped the man who had gripped your hair and pushed up down he had pulled back and punched one Kwon Jiyong square in the face. Ignoring completely that this was not your fight, for obvious reasons. Jiyong stumbled back, a friend of his catching him before he fell to the floor. Recovering quickly he jumped back in, blood pouring from his nose already. What in the hell is going on? Still on the assailants back you were dumbfounded after realizing who the bloody male was. The taller man grabbed your hair again trying to pry you from his back. The pain made you snap back to reality and your nails dug into his chest causing him yell. Falling forward just as Jiyong stepped back and swung. Narrowly dodging his mindless attack you moved off to the side, catching a few curses from him.

It would seem as if time had stood still, you noticed. The bouncers finally arrived, grabbing the tall man and one of Jiyong’s friend held him back. Shrugging off your jacket you threw it over his head and ducked him down just as flashes started going off. What are you doing, Y/N. Why are you getting involved? You cursed trying to find a way out and luckily this guy likes to travel with bodyguards. Oh, now they decide to show up. Just where the hell had they been?

You kept getting tangled in with him, just as you thought it was going to be over. They grabbed you by the shoulders and hid your face, keeping your jacket over Jiyong to avoid releasing his identity. They would later find their attempts in vain. It was a blur as your face was pressed against the chest of one of the bodyguards. It took everything in you not to gag at the scent of his musty sweat. Shoots could still be heard as everyone burst through the doors at the back of the club, they went around to the front where from what you could see were two black SUV.

And so, here they were two hours later.

“What’s your name?” His question falling on deaf ears as you were lost in your own thoughts.

He asked again. Still no answer.

Jiyong reached over gently touched your arm. The warmth from the graze of his fingers ran through your body like wildfire and your head snapped towards him with a wide gaze. “What?” You questioned, placing your hand over where the mark of his touch still tingled.

He chuckled with a small grin plastered on his face.

“I asked what your name was.”

“Ah, Sorry, I was just thinking. My name is Y/N and you’re G-dragon, right?”

“Jiyong,” he corrected you.

“Hm, Jiyong-ssi.”

Just as his name rolled off your lips the driver side door opened and one of the men that were in hired help for the celebrity. Jiyong’s ripped his eyes from you and nodded to the man.

“The hounds are coming. Haesoo reports that your house is surrounded. No doubt something got leaked out after all the silence we put out there. I don’t think it would be wise for you to go home tonight. Not looking like that. Thanks to you Miss, pictures haven’t surfaced yet. All the reporters have at this point is the speculation that you were involved.”

Jiyong rubbed his temple and pulled a cigarette from the pack with his lips and sighed.

“I guess, the apartment in Hongdae is gonna have to do,” he muttered, taking a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled from the small crack in the window.

“You can take me home,” you rose your hand and smiled. Pointing to the time on the radio, strongly indicating that it was four in the morning. Thankfully it was Sunday and you would be able to sleep in before work on Monday and hopefully you would be able to forget or at least pretend that this was dream.

Joon, the driver looked to Jiyong and back to you and frowned deeply.

“Let me guess, no can do.” Jiyong looked almost apologetic and you almost forgot that he was the reason you were this mess, partially. Then it was your temper. That was your story and you were sticking with it.

“Possible pictures will link you with Jiyong.”

“Oh well, my bad for trying to be a good samaritan,” you snapped. Not only were you tired and hungry, but not they weren’t letting you go home. Was this technically kidnapping?

Your temper was causing Jiyong to find his hard not to smile so he settled for resting his mouth behind his hand. “You can stay with me tonight and I will drop you off at your place tomorrow morning and we will scope out the place,” the rapper suggested as he put out his cigarette.

The driver agreed vigorously.

Morning. It was already fucking morning. Groaning at the forming headache and the concern for your canine companion you reluctantly agreed.

It was a long hour drive from Gangnam to Hongdae, a very quiet one.

By the time you arrived there was only two hours until daylight. Like a slug you pulled yourself from the car, taking careful steps. It was only now that you realized your ass was asleep.

“I bought this place a couple years ago as a place to lay low,” pushing open the door and flipping on the lights. You took your heels off and your ankles popped in relief. Now you just needed a bed.

“It’s nice, do you come here often?”


Well that answered that. You slipped on the slippers that he handed you and you began look around. Everything was so neatly placed, right down to the white couches. Pieces of art littered the walls and equally elegant vases on shelves.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna wash up real quick,” he pointed to his messy, tired face and you smiled.

You didn’t feel comfortable enough sit so you remained you browsing. Looking at the various pictures of his younger days as the water ran. You were completely lost in his life scattered along the walls that you hadn’t realized he was standing there now. Jiyong watched you quietly as he leaned against the door frame. You made your round to him and he smiled.

“Here, it should fit.” He lent you a over sized gray sweater. Hell yes, it will fit. It was probably two sizes bigger on him.

He showed you to the room that was opposite his which you gladly followed. There was bathroom and a bed and that was all you wanted at this very moment.

“I’m turning in, I’ll see you when you wake up.” With that he left you alone, the door clicked behind him as he shut it. You flipped on the bathroom light and washed up. Slipping out of your dress and threw his sweater over your head. You let the warmth develop around you and it instantly made you ten times drowsy. You don’t even remember falling to bed, but sleep had consumed you.

To be continued. 

Baby Boy Yugyeom

Posted on behalf of 🐞 anon. 

Originally posted by jypnior

Despite his words you could see him losing the fight to his submission. Soon he would be wanting to lay on your bosom and sleep. Unfortunately for Yugyeom, a punishment was still in order. You stopped rubbing his hair and backed away, leaving him without a way to touch you. The haze in his eyes lifted to reveal a lusty heat that made your clit throb in your panties. Tonight was going be so fun. 

“Sweetling, you’ve been bad, ” you started, “going out without telling me when you’d be back and getting wasted?” Yugyeom looked down momentarily as if to gather his courage. 

“I went out with friends, had a good time and didn’t realize how late it had gotten until I went live. I’m sorry.” 

“Oh? So your friends distract you from the rules?” 

“No, I didn-” 

“It’s okay, Sugar. We’ll just have to do some work up tonight that’s all.” His shoulders slumped forward making him smaller as he nodded in response. 

“Oh, don’t look so put out! I’m feeling forgiving. I might let you cum tonight.” You sauntered over to where he kneeled waiting for your instructions, all the images of your plans crowded your mind and heated your skin. He watched you intently trying to figure a way out this mess he’d accidentally created. As you stood in front of him, he went to grab your hips only to be halted by the gentle sound of your voice. 

“No. You don’t get to touch right now. What you will do is go in that bedroom, strip down to nothing and wait in position.” Yugyeom unfolded himself, stood and began stripping in front of you. The look of defiance made it clear that he would not take this punishment laying down. That’s was fine with you. You always preferred your men tied up. You met him in the bedroom moments later to see him as you’d commanded. He stood at the foot your shared bed, feet shoulder width apart and his hands behind his back. You didn’t have to look to know his prick stood at attention, twitching with want. You padded to the “special” dresser and began rummaging for your tools. As much as you wanted him tied up, the rope would be for a different day. Instead you opted for the cuffs, the spreader bar, his favorite gag and your beloved cock ring. 

“Gyeom, stand in front of me and open your mouth.” You kept your toys in plain sight. There was no need to hide them. You reached up, fit him with the gag and continued to restrain him. 

“Now, we know the rules. Stomp three times if you need me to stop.” He nodded weakly in response. He watched in morbid fascination as you slid the floor in front of him and snapped on cock ring and made sure it was snug. You started out slowly as you took him into your mouth. You gave small kitten licks to the head, made sure you never gave too much suction, never enough friction. Even though he loomed above you, all of his pleasure say in the palm of your hand. He stood with his eyes closed, head thrown back as he groaned. The trail of his saliva glistened on his throat and clavicle. 

“Baby, I want you to look at me. Watch me take my sweet time with you.” He sighed and craned his neck forward to see as you engulfed his cock into the warm wetness of your mouth. 

“Huummnnn~” You raked your nails down his stomach leaving angry red marks as your took him deeper into your throat. You could feel the edge of the ring with your tongue as you swallowed around him. You slipped off with an obscene pop and rose to undo his gag, it was time for a talk. 
He panted, chest heaving, face red with unshed tears in his eyes. 

“Gyeom, baby. How long do you think you can hold out?” 

“Mommy, please. Let me cum, hurts,” he sniffled. 

“Oh I know darling, that’s the point. Now, answer my question.” 

“Can’t hold.” You grabbed his face and kissed him deep. He responded immediately, mewling into your mouth. “Mommy, more. Touch more. Let me eat you out. I’ve been good. Right? Please.” His ramblings only served to make you wetter. Still, a lesson had to be taught. You pulled away once again to his groans of frustration and sadness. You walked over to dresser to retrieve your Hitachi. His eyes widened as you walked back over with the wand in hand. 

“No! Please no more. I can’t hold it,” Yugyeom sobbed. 

“Shh.. it’s okay. You don’t have to. That little bugger around your dick will do it for you. Just let go.” 

“Mommy please,” he continue to cry, “I’m sorry I was bad! I’ll die if I don’t cum.” You stroked his face and chest lovingly as you turned the vibrator on low and touched the base of his dick. 

“It’s okay pumpkin. You’re doing so well for me,” you cooed. You moved the wand up and down his shaft slowly, concentrating at the base and the tip. He stood tall, whining and pleading for release. 

“Oh god! Ahh it’s coming! Mommy I’m cumming. Yes! Yes! FUCK!” 

“I’m sorry darling, you’re not.” You lifted the vibrator off as he rode out his dry orgasm. His eyes rolled back as he groaned in pain. He bucked and rolled his hips looking for some sort of relief only to be met with open air. He was a vision standing there covered in sweat, his cock a mesmerizing shade of red throbbing and twitching. You could see his thighs shaking from the effort of standing so long through so much. Carefully, you maneuvered him into sitting on the edge of the bed. You took off your soaked panties and slid yourself into his lap. You kissed his eyelids and nose and finally his mouth as you gripped his shaft slipped it inside of you. You were so wet everything fit perfectly and with ease. You loved how full he made you feel. You could feel him pulsating inside of you. 

“Oh my god, Honey you’re so thick. So fucking big,” you sighed. 
The feeling of your pussy clenching around him left Yugyeom only able to whimper in response. You rocked your hips, twirled them in circles teasing the both of you until you couldn’t handle it anymore. You rose and slammed your self back down on his cock. 
You did it again and again until you found your rhythm. You fucked yourself 
on your baby boy’s dick, rode him all while he cried out in bliss and pain. 

“Good, so fucking good. Pussy… fucking phenomenal,” he grunted as you ground down. Your stomach coiled with your looming orgasm.

“Who does this dick belong to? Who do you belong to? Tell me!” 

“YOU! BELONG TO YOU! FUCK, MOMMY I’M DYING,” his shouts rang through the bedroom and resonated within you. Yes. That boy did belong to you. With that thought, you came all over him. Your pussy clamped down as your rode through your orgasm. 

“That’s my good boy,” you licked your lips, 

“my perfect pet. Always ready to be used. You made me come all over you, Darlin” He rubbed his head against your neck as he sobbed and pleaded to be let out of his cuffs and to come. You knew he’s learned a lesson here but you needed to hear it. “Look at me. Have you learned your lesson?” Despite his tears his eyes widened as he nodded furiously. 

“Yes, ma'am. Tell mommy where I’m going and when I’ll be back.” You wriggled yourself off of his lap and began the process of setting him free. You started at his ankles, and removed the spreader bar. Then, you made your way onto the bed and freed his hands from the cuffs and finally while looking him dead in they eyes your unlatched the ring. Yugyeom fell back onto the bed with a groan. It wouldn’t take too much for him to come now. In fact, you were sure he could do it untouched. You watched him as he made grabby hands where you stood on the side the bed. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you made your way on to the bed and placed yourself right over his face. Even after all of this he still wanted you to ride his face. You giggled mischievously, 

“I have a proposition. You get your treat as long as you don’t touch yourself.” Before you could blink he’d grabbed your thighs to pull you down onto his awaiting mouth. He gave long strokes with his tongue, swirled around your clit once, twice, three times before he dug his tongue inside of you. You rocked yourself back and forth while his sucked and kissed your pussy lips. Your orgasm built quickly, sent heat flooding your body. He ate you like a man who’d been starved and it only served to take you higher. The fire in your stomach coiled tighter, you could feel the throbbing of your clit as it rubbed against his nose. Yugyeom could feel the way your thighs clenched around his head. His mommy was close to cumming and so was he. Yug gripped your thighs tighter to hold you in place as he gave your clit one final hard suck. 

“Oh shit! Yes baby, I’m cumming. Fuuuuck so good.” Your eyes rolled back as you bucked on his face, riding out our orgasm. You could feel him moaning into your pussy. 

“Me too. Ah! Yes I’m cumming! Haaaa~ Fuck yes.” The mutual orgasm left you both reeling. When you came down from your own high you proceeded to check in on your angel. He lay strewn across the bed dazed, calling out for you. You heaved yourself off the bed and gathered him up as well. His long lanky body covered yours as he sought out post sex cuddles. You hobbled to the bathroom with him wrapped around you cooing “I love yous” back and forth. You’d never been more grateful for your cast iron tub than today as you ran a steaming bath and deposited the both of you into the waters. You carefully examined him to make sure there were no wounds. He’d chafed a bit around the wrists and ankles. Nothing some ointment and a bandage couldn’t fix. He was always quite during times like these, so deeply sunken into his submission. You were transfixed and awed by his loyalty and affection. He let you sit behind him to wash has back and massage his shoulders and run your hands through his hair. “I was good, right? I’m forgiven,” Yugyeom murmured as he pushed into your caresses? 

“Of course, Baby Love.”

Glitch In The Matrix Stories #26

My Dog Was Just As Confused As I Was

I was home alone with my dog. I went into my bedroom and sat on the floor to play fetch for a few minutes. I tossed the tennis ball a few times, and he brought it back as usual. The next time I threw it, it bounced off a wall back towards me and hit the door frame. I never actually heard it hit the second time. I never saw it bounce or roll away.

My dog eagerly went to that spot to retrieve it, but when he got there, he paused and looked around. I went to see if the ball was there because sometimes he will suddenly stop chasing the ball. It was not there. I figured maybe it bounced off so quickly that neither of us saw it, so I went into the living room to see if it stopped on our super fluffy rug. It wasn’t there either. I looked under the couch. Nope. I couldn’t figure out what happened to it.

I went into the kitchen a few minutes later, and there it was, behind the bar. I was extremely puzzled because for this to happen, it would have had to roll across my rug, under my couch, and around the bar. In all, it would have had to roll about 25 feet. The rug is super fluffy (too much friction), and I know for a fact I did not toss it with enough force for it to roll that far over the rug.

Maybe it bounced across the living room after hitting the wall? If so, I would have had to throw it pretty hard.

I still have no idea what happened or how the ball got where it did. I know my dog didn’t find it and bring it to the kitchen because he was next to me the whole time. I’ve been trying to come up with every possible scenario and remain stumped.

Credits to: valyrianqueen

A ‘Glitch’ That Happened To My Dad And My Sister

The other day I was at my parents’ house and we had been talking about the Mandela effect, as my dad and I have become quite obsessed with the topic lately. Well, that conversation eventually turned toward some creepy childhood things that happened to my dad, that he likes to tell me about from time to time. This thing in particular is something that had slipped my mind until he reminded me.

When my dad was a child, he lived on quite a large chunk of land. There was around an acre of just land, and then around back and to the side were acres and acres of woods. This land is still in my family to this day, and I love it there so much. I used to visit there every weekend with my siblings and lots of strange/creepy things happened there. Anyway when my dad was a kid, he used to play in the woods all the time with his brother, until all hours. There was this one area deep in the woods that was void of trees, that they used to visit often to play in. This was one of their favorite areas of the woods to visit.

One night in the summer before the sun was completely gone, they were headed toward their spot to play. But as they got nearer they started hearing crows and people’s voices. When they got to their spot.. It wasn’t empty. There was a huge, old house there with a wrap around porch, and crows hung around in cages. The lights were on in the house, and there was a woman in a rocking chair on the porch, and a man with a gun standing next to her. They were having casual conversation like nothing was amiss, even though just the day before they didn’t even exist.

Naturally, my dad freaked out and shouted “They weren’t here yesterday!!!” The man noticed them, got really angry and started to walk toward them. My dad and his brother ran away and went back home. He told me the next time they found the courage to visit that spot, the house was gone. And this is something that continuously happened to him and his brother from time to time as they were growing up.

Now, this story sounds made up. It sounds like something that he would just tell me to scare me and I wouldn’t have believed him.. Except I know he wasn’t lying. I know he wasn’t lying because my sister and my half sister experienced the same thing.

When I was little, around 6 or 7, when we used to visit my dad’s old house, my older sister and my half sister (Who I thought was my aunt at the time) used to go out and play without me sometimes while I watched Disney movies in the living room. My half sister lived with my grandparents at the time, so naturally we spent a lot of time there. Anyway that day I spent my time at the house because they just wanted some time alone.

That night, around 7 or 8 (I don’t remember that well), my sister and half sister came in through the door in a rush. My sister had tears in her eyes and my half sister was extremely excited. My sister told me that they had been playing in the woods, and come across a house that was never there before. She said it was a big house, with a wrap around porch and crows all around in cages. She was really scared and I know she wasn’t lying, she’s always been a really bad liar.

At that point in time, neither of us had heard that story from our dad. I was too young to hear about things like that, and my sister was easily scared, so our dad didn’t tell us anything like this until a lot later in life. So my dad and my sister both experienced the same exact thing, and neither of them have mental problems so I’m almost certain it was no hallucination.

Credits to: punchtheneko

Sometimes I Feel Like I’m In 2 Places At Once

For example, when I woke up this morning I felt as if I was in a New York apartment several stories up, even though I’m in California. I had visuals too, there was a window in front of my to my right that didn’t have any curtains on it, and I could see the people below walking and hear all the cars passing by.

Another example, sometimes I will be walking down the street or sitting on my porch and feel that I’m in another country, it’s different countries every time. When I say I “feel” somewhere, I mean I feel it in my soul or something, along with feeling a different way, like the vibe and atmosphere changes around me. It’s really cool though, since I do want to travel someday.

Credits to: EvanSt19

Something I Hallucinated Is Real

First let me qualify this by saying that part of this story is influenced by powerful psychoactive substances. But that is not the glitch part - well, it is related. What moved me to write this post occurred totally sober. In fact, I have not taken any drugs in years since this particular experience.

In 2011 I had just started college and met a new crowd. I was inexperienced with drugs, but started smoking weed with some new friends I met. A few months into the semester and my buddy comes over one day and mentions that he is about to be getting a bunch of really strong Salvia. I had never done anything other than weed and drinking, but researched Salvia a bit and decided it seemed like something worth trying. It seemed pretty harmless since it supposedly only lasted a few minutes and was even legal.

I had no fucking clue what I was getting myself into. If you are not familiar with Salvia, it is powerful stuff. Not “make you feel goofy” kind of stuff, but mercilessly run the fabric of your reality through the inter-dimensional wood-chipper kind of stuff. I watched my friends smoke it and do stupid shit: they’d look freaked out and say weird things, go a little bonkers for a few minutes, returning with stories of weird hallucinations of “LegoLand” and strange distortions of their reality.

Being the newb I went last. I went gung-ho and took the fattest hit I possibly could. I held it in until I felt like my lungs were about to burst encouraged by my friends jeering. By the time I exhaled the smoke I was no longer in my body. I remember watching the cloud as it left my lungs and thinking how huge it was. I am not entirely sure what happened next. I felt myself beginning to cough and then I had this intensely strange and unpleasant sensation down the middle of my body, like I was being sawed in half.

The next thing I knew I was standing in line at a movie theater waiting to buy a ticket with my two daughters. They were young, maybe 8 and 12. Both blond. I think we are waiting to see an animated movie. I am a middle-aged man, my name is Jerry. Overall, it is a pretty normal day.

I would figure out most of this later. In the moment I didn’t bother to question it. Nothing was out of place. I was Jerry, and I was just going about my day, treating my daughters to the movie theater. I experienced the totality of being another person. There was no thought in my (Jerry’s) mind of my former self, of the hit of Salvia I just exhaled or anything else. I was just standing in line, waiting at the movie theater.

I can remember what I estimate amounts to about three or five minutes of being there, waiting in that line, looking around the theater. Just as I got up to the counter to buy a ticket, I felt that horrible sensation in the middle of my body again, like a buzz-saw making its way through my sternum. Then I lost contact with Jerry. There were more hallucinations after that, but they aren’t really relevant.

It took me a long time to cope with being Jerry. When my friends asked what happened I just told them about the horrible feeling and the weird colors and shapes I saw on the tail end of the experience. I didn’t say shit about Jerry to anyone for months. I was sure they would all think I was fucking crazy. None of my friends said anything remotely like this when they finished their hits. I still to this day wonder if we all had intense and inexplicable experiences and were just too afraid to talk about them, instead settling on descriptions of “LegoLand” and other garbage. But then I was also pretty afraid I was crazy.

I actually went through a period of depression after this but eventually overcame it, especially after finding some experience reports of Salvia users who had somewhat similar experiences to mine, including an account of a man who smoked a pure extract of Salvinorin A and claims to have experienced living as a tree for seven years. OK - so at least if I’m crazy I have some company.

So far this is all background information, and I know this is getting lengthy. But here is where this turns from a trip report into a glitch.

Last week I ran into Jerry and his two girls in Target. Prior to this, I had never assumed Jerry really existed. I was quite sure that he was entirely confined to my hallucination. But there he was, precisely as I remembered him, and his little girls looking just the same. They have not even aged.

Now, I never seen Jerry’s face. I never heard his name either. But there were two layers to this experience: I was looking around having a normal day, but I also was just totally another person. I can’t explain exactly how I know what Jerry looks like or what his name is, but I have no doubt in my mind what my name is, and a decent mental image of what I look like, and I was Jerry, and I’m not about to forget those things for either one of us.

So when I seen him in Target looking at cheap cheeses, I had no doubt. It wasn’t some dude who looked like Jerry with his two little blond doppelgangers. There was no fucking way. I just stared at them for a long time, trying to confirm it was them. I followed them around for awhile trying to get a good look at all of their faces. Eventually I got too freaked out and decided to leave. I’m not terribly subtle, and I’m pretty sure they knew I was watching them. I thought about talking to him but I had no idea what to say. Or if I’m crazy.

Credits to: streetsaheadlikeshia

anonymous asked:

"Hey I can't find the fic where dan and phil are in a crowded train and dan gets a boner and grinds into phil's back to get off? plz help thanks" I think the fic they're looking for is 'Subway Ride' by little-kitten-dan

Subway RideCrowded subway, too much friction, someone accidentally makes a mess in their pants. Oops ;)

Thank you!

- Tori

CYOSTODA - Part 5: Dean Picks Truth...

Characters: Dean, Leah, Sam, and Reader

Location: Motel room, Crappsville, USA

Word Count: 2056

Warnings: Sexual language. Suggested smut 

A/N: This is long overdue. But it was fun to write!!! Though I got my usual nerves when it came to the smutty part… so I cheated slightly… hope you don’t mind…

Choose Your Own Supernatural Truth or Dare Adventure Mastermess 

Part 1: Set up by @littlegreenplasticsoldier  
Part 2: Dean Picks Dare by @eyes-of-a-disney-princess  
Part 3:
Leah Picks Truth by @revwinchester
Part 4: Sam Picks Truth, then Y/N Picks Dare @skybinx-blog


Stepping away from Leah, you turned to look at Dean. “So, pick your poison, Truth or Dare, Deano?”

As he was mulling over which one to go for, you plopped yourself back down beside Sam. 

 “You know I’d pick slow sex every time, if I knew it was going to be with you.” He whispered, before turning his gaze back to his brother.

Dean leaned back on one hand, taking a long drink as he stared you down, acting as if he hadn’t just whispered something that made heat pool in your lower belly. The seconds seemed to drag by, his eyes boring into your own as he took his sweet time making up his mind. You were starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, at least until Leah started clicking her tongue in time with the seconds ticking by, clearly becoming impatient to continue the game.

“You gunna keep eye-fucking Y/N, or are you gunna pick one?” she said, her voice sounding slightly sing-song as she caught your eye and gave you a shit-eating grin.

Both Sam and Dean chuckled, though a very faint pink tinge was just visible on his cheeks. “Alright, alright…” he grumbled, sitting up again and setting his drink on the floor and evening his weight between both hands. “I’m going with truth.”

“Aww, too scared to do another dare?” you jibed, trying to shake off the lull in the atmosphere.

He scoffed, recoiling his head as he turned to look at Sam with a clear ‘can you believe that?’ expression. “Nah, sweetheart, I just enjoy a bit of variety!”

You rolled your eyes, polishing off your drink before heading for a refill.

Leah was staring thoughtfully at Dean, head resting on her fist as she leaned forward. “How about…” she started, eyes flicking over to you as they narrowed, clearly trying to reach a decision. Slowly, her face broke out in a crafty smile. “Why don’t you describe an orgasm for us, Dean?”

Three sets of eyes widened as they turned to stare at her. “An… orgasm?” Dean asked, shifting slightly as he licked his lips.

“Yup!” she said, popping the ‘p’ as she did. “Y’know, assuming you’ve had-”

“Hey! I’ve both experienced and given orgasms, thanks,” he retorted, a slight huff in his tone. As he spoked, you caught Sam’s eye, and neither of you could stop the sniggering.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think Yuu's response would be if Mika tried to leave the squad? Say in a scenario where Mika felt like he was a burden or causing too much friction/tension because of his distrust of the squad or Guren. Or he felt like Yuu cared more about Guren than him and decided he was better off leaving. How do you think Yuu would respond?

I believe Yuu would understand what Mika’s trying to do and he’d try to stop him, but perhaps he would tell him something like “I can’t force you to stay but I want you to” bc he’s his family and, you know, the rest.
If Mika mentions something about feeling like he is a burden or that he doesn’t belong there Yuu would start another one of his long and cheesy speeches about love and family until he convinces Mika to stay, though there is a chance he might let him leave if he feels like Mika really doesn’t want to /be/ there, but not without letting him know that he means the world to him, etc.

anonymous asked:

Hey.. Do you have any hcs about jsun's anatomy? i really adore how he looks but im curious too. you can delete this if you don't wanna but i hope you habe a nice day anyway!

Well, these are more canons than headcanons for sun but here we go.

- For a Volcarona, Sun is overweigh, thats why he often looks very fat and is often laying on his body.

- He does not fly at all like other Volcarona, but when he really needs to, tries his best. His flight time is around 10 to 30 minutes before he gets tired and falls or lands not so gracefully.

- Normally, Volcarona’s antennae do not move; however Sun’s does and acts like ears to show his emotions. They are pretty flexible and mostly made of fluff, since that’s his ‘nose’ and can smell food with them. ( As IRL moth does. )

- Even though his legs are way too tiny, they are strong enough to scutter through ground and move around without problems. But too much friction with sand ans rocks hurt his body. 

- His fluff is not for warmth but for touch actually! ( Again, IRL moth facts. )

- He does have a mouth, but for artistic choices I never show it. 

- Wings and horns/antennae light up by nights or when using fire attacks in a blindly yellow color, and his body temperature can reach more than 5000ºC

Namjoon Scenario: Waking By Your Side.

Request: Can I request a Namjoon fluff/slight smut about your first morning after with each other? Thank you! ^^

Genre: Fluff / Romance. 

There were hundreds of things you loved about your boyfriend, his cute dimples, his low tone of voice, the way he hugged you tightly and the way he said things so charismatic, but right now the thing you loved the most was the feeling of your cheek resting on his chest. Namjoon had a broad and masculine chest and you were absolutely enchanted by how your skin felt against his, right now you were focusing on the skin of your cheek, pressed to his chest as he had you coiled to him with no way to escape, not that you wanted to anyway.

Namjoon was soundly asleep, the sounds of his light snores made a slight vibration that you could feel  on your whole body, but it didn’t bother you, if anything it was soothing and calming, a reminding that this was real and you were really there lying with him. You dared to caress the exposed skin of his shoulders, your eyes examining everything, his skin was smooth, his body toned.

Your eyes roamed until you reached his neck and then you hid your face a little. There was a hickey there, obviously one of your doings from last night. You wondered if Namjoon would be bothered because of that, it hadn’t been your intention but in the midst of the moment you couldn’t help it.

He moved a little but didn’t wake up. Namjoon had all his torso exposed and you had yours as well, the blanket covered you more than him but you felt your nude skin pressed against him, not only on the upper half of your body but in every inch of it. Last night had been the first night you had spent together, the first time you had had sex or made love if you put it on a cheesy way. You smiled dreamily at the thought of it, you had made love with him, your amazing boyfriend.

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Here’s the follow up to the Jersey Girl drabble I wrote a while back. You don’t necessarily need to read that to understand this. Some of it is under the cut cause it’s slightly NSFW. Enjoy!

It was hushed talking and quiet giggles as they rushed up the stairs. Briefcases, shoes, and socks left on the stairs. It all felt so juvenile but thrilling. Both of their hearts beating fast, blood rushing to places it hadn’t been in ages, eons ago it felt like. They weren’t doing anything wrong but it felt like they’d get caught and immediately be grounded by their mums. Two grown men in their twenties, both fathers before they were ready, taking pleasure in childish things. 

“Bedroom,” Zayn panted into Liam’s parted mouth. He was hopping on one foot, still trying to pry off his sock. 

“S-shower,” Liam stuttered, undoing the buttons to his suit jacket. Out of all the days he decided to wear a three piece suit was the day he played hooky to have a quickie with his boyfriend. Such an amateur Payne, really. 

Zayn raised his eyebrows and smirked at Liam’s suggestion. It wasn’t a bad one, the bathroom was closer than the bedroom after all. He pushed Liam up against the closed door and kissed him once more, helping undo all the god forsaken buttons on the suit jackets. “Too many layers.”

“I know,” Liam groaned, pushing his hips forward, trying to get any contact with Zayn’s lower half. He felt like his skin was on fire, his neck and jaw burning with the sensation of Zayn’s beard being nuzzled up against his skin.

“B-babe,” he whined at the friction. It was all-consuming, the electricity he felt in the pit on his stomach, the way his heart felt like it was going to beat out his chest. Also the calm he felt, how being around Liam made him calm in ways he hadn’t felt since Nasir was born. Crap, don’t think about your kid at this exact moment Malik, come on.  “Shower, now!”

Liam giggled at Zayn’s order, twisting his body away from the door to turn the handle, even though someone was being very distracting by kissing the back of his neck and biting at his earlobe. “Let me open the door, Z.”

The bathroom door was finally opened without further incident, thankfully. Hushed talking and quiet giggles quickly escalated into deep groans and gasps. Liam finally had his suit jacket off, now undoing his belt as Zayn peeled off his cashmere sweater, placing it carefully on the closed toilet lid. He may be in the middle of the heat of passion but he also knew he wasn’t going to ruin a perfectly good and expensive item of clothing. Belts were being undone and ripped off, metal clasps clanking on the tiled floor. Every single touch had been above clothing, like they were kids again, but it still made both their heads foggy and dizzy with desire, need. Jeans and suit pants were being pushed to the floor, eager men hopping out of them, mouths attached to each other, panting into each other.

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shattered-beautiful  asked:

Hi! So I read this fic a bit ago and it was dan and Phil on a train and it was very crowded and Dan kept getting pushed into Phil and eventually he like got hard and said sorry before holding onto him and grinding on him until he came, I think they may have been either on their way to or from something to do with BBC? Thank you!!

Subway Ride - Crowded subway, too much friction, someone accidentally makes a mess in their pants.

- Rachel

Beautiful Sounds

Relationship: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 375

Requested by: Anon

AN: I had so much fun writing this tbh. Some of this was was inspired by Strange Love by Halsey. This is the most sinful thing I’ve ever written ever. I don’t know if I will do anything like this again. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Even though Matt couldn’t see you, he could still make you feel beautiful with just the sound of your name falling from his lips. He made you weak in the knees and melt oh so nicely every time he spoke your name.

Matt always had a lovely voice and when put to work, it had you squirming.

His lips moved so sweetly as he kissed your neck, small moans escaping them and curses tainting them. He was honest to god an angel, not the devil but in these moments when the two of you were alone, crawling and moving in the dark, hands and lips roaming each other with heat slowly building between the two of you, you weren’t sure if he was an angel. His hands knew your weak spots and where to make you squirm and shiver the most.

Your moans mixed with his in your stupor of pleasure as you moved above him. He was warm and his body hard unlike your softness. Matt didn’t mind, not at all in fact. He smiled at the sounds that you made because of him.

You dragged your nails down his back when you felt just a little too much friction but the sound of pure delight that made its way past your lips spurred him on to continue his movements.

He laughed as he said your name, gripping your hips just a little harder as you went limp against him, breathing heavily but content. After all, it was his goal to make you collapse in a pile of warmth and pleasure. He continued for just a few moments to finish himself. It wasn’t hard to do, his senses were always so on edge, especially in these moments.

Matt laid you down beside him. He couldn’t see you, something that he very much wanted to be able to do, but he could tell that your eyes were starting to close by the sound of your heart. It was starting to slow down along with your breathing.

He pulled you close and wrapped you and him in a blanket tightly. Matt threaded his hands through your hair, his hand stopped at your back. His hand drew patterns on your back and you smiled against his chest.