Alice was standing in the kitchen looking for something to eat when she accidentally knocked over a her glass of water. It hit the floor and shattered making a huge noise that echoed throughout the house.
“InFelix if you broke another one of my glasses I’m gonna-” the girl stopped talking when she walked in to her kitchen to see a girl making herself quite at home to the food she worked to buy.
“Did you ask to help yourself to my stuff?” She sniped. “What the fuck are you doing in my house? Who let you in this early? Guys! I want all your ass’s down here if you know about the kid in the house!”
John realises how selflessly Sherlock takes care of Rosie, and it helps him realise that Sherlock is actually a person truly and completely capable of loving. Much more than any other person he has ever known.
John and Rosie have been living back at Baker Street for two months when Rosie starts crying in the middle of the day. John is up to his elbows in soapy water at the sink, trying to clean all the dishes from the mess that was lunch, and Sherlock has been sitting at his microscope for the past hour, hardly moving, working on some experiment or another. John knows better than to attempt to ask him to help with the dishes when he’s so engrossed.
Rosie just sits in the middle of the sitting room, screaming.
John curses and, in his haste, he accidentally drops one of the sippy cups, successfully spilling water all over the floor. He sighs and leans down to pick it up, chucking it back in the sink and throwing a towel down over the spill. He’ll have to clean it up later, after he calms Rosie down. It isn’t until he’s almost got his hands completely dry, however, that he realizes Rosie has stopped yelling.
He looks over and almost drops the towel. Sherlock is standing by the window, Rosie curled up in his arms. He’s got his lips pressed against her head, and he’s murmuring quiet words that John can’t hear. Rosie hiccups and takes deep, shuddering breaths, her fists curled into Sherlock’s robe. After a few minutes, she lays her head down on his shoulder.
John doesn’t know how long he stands there staring at them, and he can’t quite pinpoint why the image of them together like that is making his chest hurt. He’s seen them play together in the past couple of months; he’s seen Sherlock play Rosie the violin; he’s seen Sherlock read to her. John’s eyes slide back to the microscope at the table where Sherlock’s abandoned slides and samples sit.
It wasn’t that he thought Sherlock was selfish enough to ignore a screaming baby in favour of his experiments. But…Sherlock had been known to tune out almost everything when he was working. He’d even tuned out the fire alarm once when Mrs. Hudson had accidentally set her stove on fire. John had had to drag him out of the flat.
But somehow, at the first sign of Rosie’s distress, Sherlock had been pulled from his work. And now, as John watches, he thinks about all of the other times Sherlock has done something like that in the past few months, smaller things that John hadn’t quite taken note of at the time. Ignoring texts from Lestrade; coming home with new nappies when John hadn’t even realized they were almost out; emerging from his mind palace when Rosie climbed up onto the sofa with him. Little things that seemed so small and yet weren’t.
John swallows hard, setting the rag aside, and that’s when Sherlock looks up at him, just the ghost of a smile gracing his features. John smiles back, and his throat feels tight because Sherlock is happy like this. He’s content with John’s child in his arms, rocking her until she’s calm, abandoning his own wants for hers.
Rosie falls asleep in Sherlock’s arms, and he takes her upstairs to put her into her crib. When he comes back down John has made up his mind, and he’s never seen Sherlock look so shocked as when John kisses him right then and there.
Reality is very, very thin; you could puncture it with a sewing needle. You could tear it apart with your bare hands, and stitch it back into new, incredible shapes. You could bunch it into a little ball and swallow it whole, and the universe would live inside of you. Would it burn? Would it turn your heart to steam? Or would it be cold, so very cold: would it freeze your blood solid?
Will you even remember that it’s there, when your vision shifts and the doorway is just a doorway once again? Once the floor is just a floor, and water is only water.
Set it to boil. Steep your tea strong. Drink it hot. There is a universe inside of you, don’t you know?
iteration of the tried and true “bed sharing + clothes sharing + it’s really
cold” triple trope (feat. bonus love confessions).
wasn’t afraid of storms generally speaking, but this one was downright nasty.
The team had walked past upended trees—big ones with years of life in them—on the
way back from the store. Powerlines were downed. The heating in the house the
hockey team had rented for what was meant to be a nice weekend getaway is non-existent
because there’s no power.
lies in the single bed in the smallest room in the house in the pitch darkness
and tries not to jump every time a tree bangs into the glass of his window.
It’s all so loud.
Bitty isn’t scared of storms in general, but he’s scared of this storm.
For good reason, it turns out, because not a minute after Bitty wishes he’d
bailed out of the trip to stay on campus instead, a tree crashes through his
window he’d feared it coming through. The actual roof.
screams bloody murder.
limb comes through almost all the way to the floor, and water starts dripping
down it, heading toward the carpet. Thankfully, it didn’t crash land onto
Bitty’s bed, where it would have skewered Bitty. Bitty’s body is thrumming with
adrenaline; half terror, half relief.
to his room crashes open and Lardo and Shitty practically fall through.
Lardo says, shining one of the torches they’d bought earlier at the tree.
Shitty states. “You alright, brah?”
tries to speak but it doesn’t quite work. He realises it’s because his body is
locked up, he can’t even move his fingers apart. That’s going to be a problem.
going on?” Jack comes in behind Lardo and Shitty. A knight in rumpled sleep
clothes. He surveys the scene, adding his own torch light to Lardo’s. He
manages to look calm, and it helps Bitty to see it.
shouldn’t stay in here,” Jack deduces, looking over to Bitty, who is slowly
encouraging his limbs into movement.
shit,” Lardo adds.
take the floor in our room,” Shitty offers. “We’ll put some pillows down for
Everyone turns to looks at Jack, surprised. “Stay with me.”
“What the fuck’s going on out here? I’m trying to sleep and your bullshit keeps disturbing me… You’d better have a good excuse for keeping me awake.”
“I just saw So-Ra with a member of The Panthers! I think his name is Yoongi…” You blurted loudly without thinking straight, keeping your gaze firmly on the ground as your surroundings continued to spin; tainted by alcohol.
“The fuck did she just say?” Jackson narrowed his eyes and edged closer to you and Minho, pointing a slender finger to your cheek as he snorted.
“Are you drunk?”
“I’ve had a few drinks but I don’t feel dr-“
“How do I know you weren’t just seeing things because you’re drunk? So-Ra wouldn’t betray us like that. You’re lying.” He growled, firing a menacing glare towards Jungkook and Taehyung, “Did either of you see So-Ra?” He asked with an angry expression.
“Y/N’s telling the truth, she was out clubbing; with him.” Jungkook defended you with serious eyes as Minho’s grip tightened on your wrist, ready to pull you inside the building.
Before he could drag your body into the manor house an uncharacteristically mousy female voice had everyone’s head snapping in the same direction; her petite figure was shaking as she approached the small crowd of people gathered outside.
Named after the song by the Weeknd bc I am trash. Thank you to @caspercassiecas for being my beta. This is my first fic on this account, and my ask box is always open for requests. Hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 3606
Warnings: Smut, fluff, disgusting dude at a bar, reader has a dragon tattoo, sex related humor at the end.
“Y/N!” You heard Lin shout, and you sighed heavily, still holding the coffee that the man had sent you to get. You looked around for him, noticing that he was on the other side of the stage. The stage where the company was practicing.
You groaned, sprinting across the stage, ducking and spinning around dancing people. You somehow managed to get across without spilling the coffee, handing it to Lin and smiling before you heard your name called again.
“Y/N! Come meet Diggs! He was sick yesterday, so you didn’t get to meet him!” You heard Christopher shout, and you groaned again, sighing heavily. You looked over, trying to find where Christopher was standing.
“You guys are lucky I do sports.” You muttered, Lin cackling and patting your shoulder.
“Yes, we are. You’ve got a busy second day ahead of you, kid.” Lin laughed, and you groaned, running back across the stage, doing a slide on your knees between a dancer’s legs and ending up at Christopher’s feet, scrambling up.
“Sorry, I learned yesterday that if I time it right, I can get across the stage without being hit.” You explained, brushing yourself off before smiling widely at Christopher and the tall man beside him.
“Y/N Y/L/N, Daveed Diggs, Daveed Diggs, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N is our new intern since Jessica quit the other day.” Christopher introduced them, and you smiled warmly, shaking Daveed’s hand. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Phillipa calling out for you.
You made an apologetic face, wincing.
“Sorry, it was lovely meeting you, Diggs. I’ll catch you later.” You waved, weaving between the dancers once more, yelping when one grabbed your hand, spinning and dipping you. You went along with it, doing a couple dance steps with him before he let you go and you ran off to find Phillipa.
You were backstage, delivering Leslie a tea before he had to go on. You sighed heavily, rubbing your eyes as you knocked on Leslie’s dressing room door. You heard a muffled ‘come in’ and opened the door, absently tugging on your hair with your free hand. You poked your head in carefully.
“Hey, Leslie, they didn’t have chai, so I had to get you vanilla, I hope you don’t mind. If it’s an issue, I can run down to the corner store really quick.” You greeted, voice rough from how much you’d spoken that day. The three men in the room turned to you, all smiling. Anthony stood, opening the door for you fully. Daveed waved and smirked from his spot on the couch. Leslie was leaning on his vanity, smiling widely at you.
“It’s no issue, thank you, Y/N. Have you met Diggs? He was out sick yesterday when you were here.”
“Yessir, I have met Diggs. Though I’ve been bouncing around all damn day so I haven’t had a chance to properly speak to him.” You laughed, handing Leslie the tea and smiling at Anthony, who appeared to be struggling with his collar, which wouldn’t stay down.
“Anthony, do you need some help?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head slightly. He looked up and smiled brilliantly.
“Yes, please, actually. I can’t get it to stay down.”
You clicked your tongue, muttering under your breath as you reached a hand to your side, pulling a safety pin out of your jeans. You carefully stuck it in the fabric of Anthony’s coat, pinning it down.
“Alright. Anyone else need anything while I’m in here?” You asked, eyeing Daveed out of the corner of your eye. You noticed his eyes on your legs, moving around your body. He caught your eyes and you raised a brow.
“Coffee would be nice.” Daveed murmured, and you nodded.
“Any specifics on how to make it?”
“I like mine how Lin takes it.”
“Lin takes any kind of coffee I give him.” You snorted, tugging at your hair again as you left the room, sighing heavily.
The Next Day
You were helping one of the dancers through a run, copying his movements effortlessly.
“Y/N! Need you!” You heard Daveed call, and gave the dancer a sad look, jogging off to Daveed’s dressing room, knocking on the door and waiting for the signal to come in. You jumped as Lin opened the door, putting a hand over your heart.
“Jesus! Lin, you almost put me in cardiac arrest.” You scolded, furrowing your brows as you slipped in.
“Sorry, Y/N. I was just leaving.” He laughed, waving as he shut the door. You turned your head, spotting Daveed by his vanity. Your mouth ran dry. He was in a tight black t-shirt, one that outlined every single one of his muscles, and a pair of jeans that fit just right on his hipbones. You forced your eyes to his face, smiling.
“Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with the Lafayette bun. I can’t seem to get it right today.”
“Uh, yeah, s-sure.” You stuttered, blushing bright red. You mentally cursed yourself, walking over and carefully pulling his hair up, forming it into the bun.
“You’re blushing. Are you feeling okay, Y/N?” He practically purred, and you flicked your eyes up to look at him in the mirror, still putting the hair tie around his hair.
“Yeah. Just a little warm in here.” You lied effortlessly, finishing the bun and smiling at him in the mirror.
“Need anything else?”
“The cast is going out tonight, Lin wanted me to see if you’d come. He had to run to set before he could ask himself.”
“He could’ve shot me a text. But yeah, I’ll come.” You murmured, pulling a pocket notebook out of your jeans and scribbling down your number, tearing it out and setting it on his vanity.
“You’re the only person who doesn’t have my number. Text me the location and dress code tonight, please.” You murmured, walking out of his dressing room.
You almost fell out of the shower trying to grab your phone in time to answer the incoming call. You stood, dripping on the floor, pressing the phone against your wet cheek.
“Hey, it’s Daveed. I’ll come pick you up. Tell me your address and wear somethin’ nice, aight?” He greeted, and you made a humming sound.
“Will do. Uh, I live in the Deerfold Apartments on eleventh, number 112. I’ll have to buzz you in.” You answered, running a hand through your still soapy hair.
“You sound out of breath. You feeling alright?”
“I was in the shower when you called. Almost fell trying to answer.” You laughed, listening to his own warm laugh radiate through her speakers.
“Alright, I’ll let you finish your shower. See you in about 30 minutes.” He said, and you hummed. The call ended. Or so you thought.
You put your phone down, stepping back in your shower. You went back to your singing, belting out the lyrics to old rock songs at the top of her lungs, running conditioner through your hair. You quickly washed your body and shaved, turning off your shower. You grabbed the towel you kept by, sighing at the puddle of water on the floor.
“Dear god that’s so much water.” You said to yourself, drying off quickly before putting the towel on the floor to soak up the water.
You pulled your hair into another towel, twisting it up and whistling as you stepped on the other towel, singing once again. You picked up your hairbrush and phone, starting on Lemonade, Beyonce’s new album. You picked up the towel and your dirty clothes, walking out to your bedroom, singing at the top of your lungs.
“You can taste the dishonesty, it’s all over your breath,” You sang, tossing your phone on the bed. You continued singing, putting your dirty clothes and both towels in your hamper. You quickly brushed out your hair, accidentally tripping over a pile of clothes and letting out a loud string of curses. You heard quiet laughter, popping up and trying to find the source of the sound. You scrambled to your phone, finding that you were still in a call with Daveed.
“Diggs! Why didn’t you hang up?!” You exclaimed, turning bright red.
“I heard you singing and wanted to stick around to see if you’d sing a song from the show.” You heard his familiar voice crackled through the phone.
“Jesus Christ.” You groaned, knowing you’d never live this down.
You buzzed Daveed in, walking back to your bedroom and stepping into your dress, pulling it up. You struggled with the zipper, getting it up about halfway before you heard a knock on your door. You sighed, walking over to your door and opening it. You gave Daveed a slightly awkward smile.
“Can you zip me up, please? I can’t seem to get it.” You asked, and he laughed, nodding his head. You turned, holding in a shiver as his warm hands ran up your spine, zipping the dress. You felt his fingers lingering, brushing along the dragon tattoo at the base of your neck.
“Nice ink. Do you like dragons?”
“No, I hate them.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes and stepping into a pair of heels, grabbing your jacket and purse.
“Alright, let’s motor.” You smiled, spinning your keys around your finger. He nodded, stepping aside to let you out. You locked your apartment, linking your elbow with his and letting him escort you.
You laughed at the story Lin was telling the people at the table, sipping your wine. Daveed was digging into his steak, being quieter than usual. Anthony was on your other side, casually sipping his wine as well.
“Hey, D, you doing okay?” You asked, voice quiet. You glanced over at him, raising a brow. He smiled, nodding.
“I just can’t cut this damn steak.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head and sipping your wine again. The waiter walked over, setting down a wine glass and a note in front of you. You raised your eyebrows. You glanced at the table, making sure they weren’t paying attention before you spoke.
“Oh, I didn’t order this, sir.” You said, smiling up at the waiter.
“It’s from the gentleman in the blue shirt at the bar.” The waiter smiled, and you nodded, looking at the glass of wine and flicking your eyes up to the guy at the bar, who smirked and waved at you. You opened the note, reading it and suppressing a disgusted face. You pulled your notebook and pen out of your bag, scribbling down a note back and chugging the wine. You handed the note and empty glass to the waiter, smiling.
“Tell him he has awful taste in wine, but thanks anyway.” You requested, and the waiter read your note and laughed, nodding his head.
“Yes, ma’am. You have a strong voice in your writing.” He commented, and you smirked.
“I’m aware. Thank you very much.”
You sipped your previous glass of wine, looking over at a call of your name.
“So, Y/N, what did blue shirt guy say in his note?” Lin asked, and you sighed, shaking your head.
“I should’ve known better than to think that would’ve gotten past you. I thought it would be a nice note, but it was vulgar as all hell.” You muttered, shaking your head and glaring at the note.
“What did you say back?” Renee laughed, and you shrugged, smirking.
“I said that he was a pussy for saying it in a note with wine instead of to my face, and if he really expected that to work or get him laid, then he was more idiotic than I thought at first glance.” You answered Lin, who snorted loudly, cackling.
“Wait, lemme see his note! Y/N, you gotta show me!”
“Lin, read it out to us!” Oak laughed, and Y/N giggled, passing the note to Lin. He cleared his throat, getting out his most dramatic voice.
“Hey, I really like your dress. I think I’d like it better on my floor, though. I like your lips as well, and I sure would love to see them wrapped around my 11-inch cock, come take charge of me, honey, I can show you a good boy,” Lin read, and you listened to the table burst out into loud laughter. Anthony gave you a sympathetic look, and Daveed swallowed his piece of steak before speaking to her.
“Are you even into being the dominator, Y/N? I get a more vanilla vibe from you.”
You raised your brows at him, laughing softly.
“And I think that’s my cue, sorry, guys, I have to wake up early and run around all day tomorrow.” You spoke, avoiding the question as you slipped on your coat, digging your wallet out of your purse and handing Lin $20 dollars, paying for your food. You waved as you walked out, blowing a kiss at them.
You stretched up, grabbing a pack of powder creamer from the cabinet, dancing to the singing you heard from the stage. You stirred it into the cup of coffee that sat in front of you, singing along softly. You nearly jumped out of your skin as you felt a pair of hands on your hips.
“Did I scare you away last night, baby?” Daveed whispered in your ear, and you shivered.
“N-no, Daveed.” You replied, shivering at the feeling of his breath on your neck.
“You gonna answer my question, baby girl?”
You had to forcibly suppress a moan, subconsciously grinding your ass against his crotch. He laughed quietly, pressing a small kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You released a shaky breath.
“I don’t like to dominate, I like being dominated.” You muttered, and he bit into your neck, hard enough to leave a bruise and draw a moan out of you.
“Can’t fuck you here, baby girl.” He murmured, and you whimpered.
“I’ll swing by your place later.” He murmured, and you nodded desperately, grinding against him once more before he pulled away, smirking at you as he walked away, leaving you panting and blushing at the counter.
You buzzed Daveed in, practically bouncing as you walked off to your bathroom, checking your appearance one more time, perfecting everything. You heard him knock, walking cautiously over to your door and opening it, stepping aside to let Daveed in.
“You can take your shoes off by the door, and, uh, hang your jacket on the free hook.” You greeted, blushing bright red.
“You’re cute when you blush, baby. If at any point you want me to stop, say ‘red’ okay?”
“Got it. Red. Okay.” You murmured, nodding. You blushed impossibly brighter when he grabbed your hips again, tugging you against his chest. He crashed his lips down onto yours and you moaned into his mouth, circling your arms around his neck and grinding yourself against him.
“Fuck, Daveed, bedroom.” You managed when you broke free, pointing to your bedroom door. He nodded, grabbing the undersides of your thighs and picking you up, walking toward your bedroom, leaving kisses on your neck. He tossed you on your bed, tugging his shirt off and unbuckling his belt. He smirked at you.
“Take off your clothes and hold out your wrists, baby.”
You were quick to comply, pulling your clothes off in record time and holding out your wrists for him. You moaned a little when you saw he’d finished taking off his clothes while you were distracted with yours. He pulled his belt tight around your wrists.
You moaned when he trailed a hand down, running a finger along your slit. You tossed your head back, bucking your hips up when he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right and rubbing your walls. Your mind went blank, moving your hips to meet his fingers as he thrust them in and out of you. He ducked his head down, sucking at your clit, drawing a damn near scream from you. You were impossibly close. Though, to be fair, you’d been close since he’d kissed you.
“Please, sir, please, let me,” You babbled, mindlessly begging.
“Can you take three, baby?”
“Yes, sir, please,” You moaned, arching your back up sharply when he pushed another finger into you, keeping you right on the edge. You started begging again, whimpering when he held your hips down with one of his hands, stopping you from moving.
“Cum.” He ordered, and you practically screamed his name as you obeyed, back arching, fingers reaching out in your bonds, mind going completely blank. Before you had time to recover completely, he was inside of you, hitting your g-spot immediately.
“Daveed!” You moaned, dragging out the syllables in his name. He wrapped a hand around your throat, biting hard into your shoulder as he pounded into you. You felt his other hand gripping your hip so hard that you knew you’d have his fingerprints branded onto you for weeks. You moaned again when he bit hard on your breast, then moved his hand and bit into your neck again.
“You’re mine now, baby girl, no one else can fuck you like this.” He growled into your ear.
“Yes, sir, yours.” You moaned back, gasping for breath as he slowed down, almost sobbing.
“Say it, baby. Who’s are you?”
“Yours, sir! Please!” You moaned, trying to buck up and get him to go faster again.
“Yours, Daveed! Fuck, please!” You sobbed, then felt him unbuckle the belt around your wrists, then start up again. You threw your head back once more, raking your nails up his back. You knew there would be marks the next morning from your nails, and that made you moan more, scratching up his back again, then burying your hands in his hair, pulling. He groaned, nodding his head.
“Good girl, Y/N, fuck. Cum for me, baby girl.” He groaned out, and you let your orgasm take over again, seeing stars. You felt him bite hard into your shoulder, possibly drawing blood, as he came. All the muscles in your body went slack, and you winced at the oversensitivity as he pulled out of you, taking the condom off and tying it, tossing it into the trashcan by your bed. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling at you.
“Where’s your bathroom, baby, we need to clean you up.” He asked, voice soft. You groaned, lifting your arm and pointing to a door, sighing when he picked you up. He walked into your bathroom, making a pleased noise at the sight of your bathtub, setting you down on the counter and running you a bath.
“I’m tired, Daveed.” You muttered, whining as he picked you up again, sitting in the bath with you between his legs, leaning against his chest.
“I know, baby, let’s just get you cleaned up and then I can take you to bed, okay?”
“Mm, okay.” You murmured, letting him wash you off. You let your eyes slip shut as he shampooed and conditioned your hair, washing your body gently. You felt him moving around as he cleaned himself, then as he pulled the plug to drain the water. You felt him leave the tub, drying himself off, before picking you up and drying you off, carrying you to your bedroom. You sighed, tossing the towel around you into the hamper in your room before he laid you both down, pulling the blanket up to you and wrapping his arms around you.
“Hey, Y/N, what’s with the turtleneck? It’s super fuckin hot in here.” Anthony called, and you spun around, smiling at him.
“That is subjective, Ant. I think it’s really cold, actually.” You lied, shrugging. He raised an eyebrow.
“Or you got laid last night.”
You didn’t respond, the color draining out of your face.
“Holy shit! Guys! Y/N got dicked down!” Anthony shouted, and you pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning.
“Yes, I did. Is there a reason why my sex life is so exciting to you, Ant?” You sighed, putting a hand on the hip that wasn’t bruised all to hell and glaring at him.
“Lemme see what the guy did, Y/N, I know you have a tank top under that damn turtleneck,” Anthony said, and you snorted, rolling your eyes.
“Lin! Make Anthony go away!” You shouted, Lin looking over and laughing at the two of them.
“Do you even remember the guy’s name? Did you get his number? Are you gonna hit him up? I saw you walking weird earlier but I thought you just pulled a muscle, was he that good?” Anthony shot off, and you groaned, sighing.
“Hi, baby. He bothering you?” Daveed asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and gently pecking you.
“Holy shit.” You heard Lin say, then heard Anthony and Oak burst out in laughter.
“Jesus Christ, we knew you liked her! Lemme see what he did to you, you gotta show me now!” Ant cackled, and you made a grumbling noise, looking up at Daveed for permission. He gave a single nod, and you sighed, tugging your turtleneck off and allowing them to see the plethora of bruises on you. Including the scabbed over bite on your shoulder, claiming marks.
“Jesus Christ, Diggs, you don’t hold back.”
“He would’ve but I didn’t tell him to. Is your curiosity sated?” You snapped, glaring. Anthony and Oak held up their hands in mock surrender.
“Well, now we won’t have to ask why you’re walking funny.”
@lumenlight prompted me, “Sterek AU where Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate …). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake?”
Hope you like it!!
~4000 words, rated M. (I don’t usually write smut, but I felt like this was that kind of prompt.)
Stiles usually doesn’t venture as far out of town as the Preserve—there’s not much out here but trees—but today that’s kind of the point. If he’s going to start up a jogging regimen to prep for lacrosse in the fall, he’s sure as hell not going to do it in his own neighborhood, where all his neighbors can (and will) watch him flailing around looking stupid.
He doesn’t actually end up jogging at all, though, because before he finds the trail he’d marked on his map, his Jeep abruptly sputters and dies on him right in the middle of the road. That’s also about when it starts raining.
“Oh, come on,” Stiles groans, hitting his head on the steering wheel a few times.
He pulls out his phone to call someone—his dad, a tow truck, Scott—and there’s no signal. Right. Because he wanted isolated, and he got it.
There’s no sound at all except the drumming of the rain on the roof of the Jeep, coming down harder and harder, taunting him for being such a fucking idiot.
He thinks about waiting it out, but who knows how long that could take, and if he doesn’t make it back home in time for dinner or at least get somewhere where he can make a phone call, then his dad is probably going to think he got eaten by a mountain lion or something.
“Fuck it,” he mutters. He pockets his phone and keys, grits his teeth, and jumps out into the downpour.
He has to walk for about twenty minutes before he finds any sign of civilization. It’s a house, or at least part of one. It’s tucked away down a long dirt driveway on the edge of the Preserve and looks sketchy as hell. It’s been burned, badly, and even though it looks like maybe someone’s been fixing it up, it’s still not exactly what Stiles would call habitable. Part of the charred roof is caved in, and most of the windows on the second floor are shattered, their jagged glass gleaming ominously in the dim light and the rain.
Stiles would assume it’s abandoned, except that there’s a shiny black Camaro parked out front. That at least looks well cared for.
It’s that detail, plus the rather compelling fact that this is probably the only house for at least a mile and Stiles can feel his feet starting to rub raw in his wet tennis shoes, that finally gives him the courage he needs to squelch his way through the mud and onto the porch to knock on the door.
Request: Heyy girl (or boy or neither) I love seeing new imagine blogs for the twins! Can I have a Grayson smut where you make a bet with Gray that he can’t last a week without sex and then proceed to tease him until he snaps 4 days in and hard rough sex ensues with cute cuddles after? Thanks and good luck with the new blog ❤️
Warnings: Sex, smut, Grayson Dolan, Dom!Grayson, Sub!reader, rough sex, fluff after sex
A/N: This is my very first Dolan twins/Grayson Dolan imagine/smut. I hope you guys like it!!
You and Grayson both lay in bed panting and trying to collect your breaths. This has been around the 5th time you’ve had sex this week, and it was barely Wednesday. You were starting to think your boyfriend is a sex addict. With this in mind, you wanted to see how long he’ll last without sex.
“Hey babe.” You say getting Grayson’s attention as he turns his head to look at you. “Hmm” He hums in response.
“How long do you think you could last without sex?” You ask him.
Characters: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7
Warning/s: Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just
because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage
(light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream
sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what
else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it
Length: 5,768 words
A/N: OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment
of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven!
It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more
than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg). I wanted to thank each and every one of you
who had consistently shown love and support for this series! I didn’t really expect to receive this much
love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!
By the way
here is the final installment, I hope it is good? And things got a bit out of hand, as always,
so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!
make sure to read until the end :)))))))))))))))) That’s it, enjoooooooooy!
At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the
soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come
back. They cannot make you stop talking
about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them
more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling
so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on
your guest room or living room.
“_____, let’s tak-“
“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?”
Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum
just let out a sigh.
“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s
done.” Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the
“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can
you say about him?” Mark asks before
downing the rest of his beer.
“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn! He is so sexy when he dances. Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn! It is the first time that I envied a fucking
floor. Can he hump on me like that
too? Huh??? What do you think? That will be great, right? Damn…”
You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.
“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed,
okay? ______?” You nodded and you barely had your eyes open
when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your
room. Jaebum and Mark just sighed before
cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back
so that they can all go home and call this a night.
Request- “Jeff Atkins imagine where the reader is zach’s sister and they all hang out together in a big group for the first time and the reader is The Mom Friend™ and stops them all from doing crazy shit”
“Yo Justin throw me another beer?” Your brother called across the room at the already slightly wasted teen boy. He nodded and chucked the can in your direction, causing you to duck.
“Watch it, Foley.” You warned, giving him dagger eyes. He chuckled and opened what might be his seventh beer. Jess and Justin had spent the majority of the evening so far partaking in intense PDA, they were as drunk as each other and clearly thirsty.
Deciding it might be best to move, you went to sit next to Jeff, your boyfriend. He smiled as he saw you approach and squeezed your thigh as you sat next to him.
Jeff and you had only been dating for around two months, and this evening was the first you’d spend together with your brother and his friends in one place. You were at Bryce’s. He had the nicest place and had decided to invite the few of you round to chill and have a few drinks. Most everyone was drunk, including Jeff, leaving you to Mother everyone and make sure they did nothing too stupid.
“You look really fucking good.” Slurred Jeff, making you giggle.
“You look really fucking drunk.” You retorted. You placed your hand over his and ruffled his hair with the other.
“Will you come in the pool with me?” He asked, his face that as if he’d had a brilliant idea.
“Bad idea, Jeffy boo.” You mocked.
“Why?” He sounded like a defiant kid.
“You’re drunk and I can’t be doing with you drowning.” You rolled your eyes, and placed your head on his shoulder. He sighed but clumsily dragged his fingers through your hair.
“I’ll get you some bread and water.” You decided, jumping up off the sofa to fetch the supplies.
You met up with Zach out by the pool, offering him some bread and water.
“No thanks, Y/N. Gross.” Your drunk brother made vomiting motions and shook his head violently.
“Please just one sip.” You begged, giving him the puppy dog eyes that always worked so well on him. He rolled his eyes, taking the water from you reluctantly and gulping before handing it back to you.
“Now, im going swimming.” He pointed his finger up sternly.
“No, Zach, you’re not.” You told him.
“Yes!” Countered Zach, before deciding to pull his t shirt over his head.
“You going swimming Zach!?” Monty came out of nowhere, ran towards you, pulling his shirt off as well.
“No he isn’t.” You said sternly.
“Yes he is.” Sulked Zach.
You placed the water and bread on the floor by you.
You grabbed each boys wrist, turning them to face you.
“You’re not stepping foot in that water boys, you hear me?”
Monty and Zach nodded fearfully. Your stern mothering attitude always worked a treat on them, especially when they were drunk.
“Good. Now let’s get you inside and clothed. And then you can have some of this.” You took charge, motioning towards the bread and water on the floor beside you.
Both boys looked disgusted, but abided anyway.
About an hour later, after making it round all the boys with bread and water, and then dancing with Jess for what felt like hours, you sat with Monty playing video games.
“I’m going to get myself a drink, do you want anything?” You turned to him.
“No thanks, Y/N.” Monty’s eyes were focused on the screen.
You wandered toward the kitchen, but stopped in your tracks when you heard voices. There was nothing like a bit of eavesdropping.
“Nah man, I gotta tell you something.” Your brother Zach’s voice drifted out of the room.
“Yeah, go ahead.” The respondent was Jeff.
“Y/N, my sister, you two, I’m so happy.” Zach fumbled.
“You are?” Jeff was trying to hide the surprise in his voice.
“Yeah, man. Y/N has been hurt really fucking bad before, but you’re different- I can tell.” He breathed, you could tell he was nervous. “You make her so happy, and seeing her happy, makes me happy, I’m so thankful you’re in her life.”
“Trust me, man, I’d never hurt Y/N. she doesn’t really like to go into detail but I know previous guys have caused her shit, and I couldn’t ever do that to her.” Jeff admitted. Your heart fluttered at the conversation between your two favourite boys.
“I know, that’s why I’m so glad it’s you. She means so much to me and I know you’ll treat her right.” Zach continued.
“I haven’t told her yet because I still feel like it’s early days, and I’m afraid she won’t feel the same, but I’m so fucking in love with her, Zach. Y/N is the best thing that’s happened to me in such a long time.” Jeff’s words melted your heart. You had to let him know you felt the same way soon. Damn that boy had you good.
You could almost see Zach grinning at Jeff.
“I’m so glad you’re happy too, dude. You mean a lot to me as well.”
“Thank you, man. Back at you. I thought to begin with dating your sister might be a bit weird.”
But you couldn’t stand there any longer, so you made a loud entrance into the room.
“Hey guys, just getting a drink.” You explained, pretending you hadn’t just heard their entire conversation.
“You want the rest of this, Y/N?” Jeff asked, holding out his beer.
You smiled warmly. “Sure.” As you took the can from his hand, you placed your other hand on his waist and leaned in to peck a kiss on his lips.
“Oooooh Kay,” Zach coughed. “I’m going to remove myself from this PDA.” He said, moving backwards out of the room, and you could’ve sworn as you turned, you saw him wink at Jeff out of the corner of his eye.
“Poor Zach. Must be weird.”
You laughed internally at the irony, given you’d just heard the whole thing, but brushed it off. Jeff had sobered considerably since earlier, and you were glad, since it gave you an excuse to make out with him profusely.
You leaned in for another peck, and decided to place the beer on the counter behind Jeff, so you could use both hands to cup his face.
“Jeff Atkins.” You smiled up at him.
“Y/N L/N.” he smiled back.
“I love you.” This was the first time either of you had really said it, but after hearing Jeff’s confession, you weren’t afraid anymore. Jeff was taken aback, but then, you thought maybe his face would crack from the beaming grin that lit up his beautiful features.
“I love you too!” He nearly shouted, drawing circles with his hands on your waist.
You giggled at the idiot in front of you, and went in for a full kiss.
His lips enveloped yours hungrily, both very slightly buzzed from alcohol. You caressed his neck with your hands and he squeezed your waist tightly, making your entire body tingle and causing a gasp to come from your mouth. Jeff chuckled against you, realising he was doing to you exactly what you were doing to him, and finding joy that you had that effect over each other.
Jeff moved his hands lower, cupping your ass before lifting you so that you were straddling his waist. He swung round quickly so that he could almost throw you onto the counter behind, you gasped again, neither of you caring that you’d knocked over the beer can. He roughly put his hands behind your knees to pull you closer to him and devour you even more. Your legs either side of him, he stood right up against the counter as close to you as humanly possible and tasted every inch of your mouth. This was something you could never get tired of.
“Jeff,” you pushed his mouth off you. “I think we’re going to have to move this elsewhere.” You panted.
His chuckles lit up your heart like fairy lights, and the love in his eyes wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.
“That’s probably a good idea, I can’t take much longer.”
He lifted you down off the counter, and you took his hand and led him out into the summerhouse, hoping for some privacy.
Your brothers blessing had really made your day, and you could tell it had made Jeff’s too.
Note: This is a sequel to Don’t Drop Him! Because you guys seemed to like that one a lot, plus I wanted to write Daveed as a dad. Also the baby’s name is from the book Sula by Toni Morrison, mainly because Daveed loves that book and I couldn’t figure out a name.
Warning: swearing, water breaking (do i have to warn you about that?)
“Daveed!” Daveed hears Y/N yelling from the couch but he doesn’t move straight away, for the last couple weeks of her pregnancy she’s been calling for him every few minutes to grab something for her that at this point he know’s it won’t be something urgent. “Daveed Diggs get your ass in here!” She yells.
With a frown he quickly gets up from his desk and rushes out to the living room where Y/N is standing, with a pool of water on the floor between her feet.
“Babe wha- oh shit” he says, his eyes wide as he realises what’s happened. Y/N’s water has broken.
Fuck, fuck, fuck what the hell do I do? She’s a week early, He thinks to himself as he continues to stare at her.
“You gonna stand there all day or are you going to take me to the hospital?” she asks.
Daveed snaps into action, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone from the bench before coming over to take Y/N by the wrm and lead her towards the door.
“Why do you look so terrified, you’re not the one that is about to give birth” She points out as Daveed leads her to the elevator of their building.
“I am not delivering our child on in the elevator Y/N” He says, his fingers drumming against his leg as they wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor.
“You’re not delivering this baby period” she says.
“Agreed” he mutters.
The elevator doors finally open and Daveed helps Y/N rush towards the car.
Summary:- You are in NXT and have been training extra hard. One night, you accidentally let ‘daddy’ slip while Seth is playfully tickling you. You get up and run away, going into the showers - but Seth follows you in there.
Can I request a BTS reaction when you are roomates and they are crushing on you and accidentaly walks in on you naked?
All he wanted to know was if you wanted to order pizza. He wasn’t even thinking when he swung open your door without knocking.
“JIN OH MY GOD GET OUT!” You screamed and frantically tried to find the towel that you had just used coming out of the shower to cover yourself. You found it, but not before giving Jin quite a view.
He gasped at the sight of you and quickly slid out the door, slamming it behind him. He took a moment to catch his breath and waited for his heartbeat to slow, then timidly knocked on the door.
“Y/N…” he called to you, “I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I should have knocked. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over.
As much as you wanted to be mad at him, his guilt was enough to calm your nerves. You pulled on some pants and a baggy shirt then opened the door to find Jin with his head hung low.
“It’s okay,” you comforted him, “What did you need earlier?”
His eyes lit up slightly when he saw that you weren’t mad and he cleared his throat, “I wanted to know if you wanted to order a pizza for dinner.”
The innocence of the question combined with his big doe eyes melted your heart and made you smile, “I would love that.”
He perked up instantly and started spouting out toppings ideas as you followed him into the living room. Even though on the outside it appeared that you both had moved on quickly, the image of you without clothes on would continue to play in his head. It was so much better than he had been imagining all this time.
Yoongi had come home after a long day to find the apartment completely dark. Since he wasn’t sure if you were home or not, he decided to go down the hall and check your bedroom to see if you were there. He found your door closed though that didn’t answer his question because you always had your door closed. He walked over and slowly turned the knob. He peaked his head around the door and found that your room was also completely dark but he could clearly see you sprawled across your bed, naked.
The light from the hallway caught your attention and when you looked to the door to find Yoongi looking in, you gasped and curled into a ball to hide yourself as much as possible.
Yoongi didn’t even bat an eyelash. He muttered an “oh, sorry,” then closed the door behind him and walked back down the hallway. Min Yoongi always appeared to be calm and collected and this moment was no exception to that reputation. Though despite his outward appearance, his heart was pounding and butterflies fluttered throughout his stomach. He knew his cheeks were growing red and retreated to his bedroom before you had a chance to come out and see him in a slightly flustered state.
Tomorrow morning, he’ll pretend he never saw anything, claim it was too dark to make out any details, but tonight… tonight he would cling onto every single detail of your body because it was more incredible than any image his brain had ever been able to conjure.
You were just stepping out of a warm shower when the bathroom door opened. You hadn’t noticed that Hoseok was standing in the doorway until he let out a loud, slightly overdramatic scream. You jumped and screamed yourself, being more startled by his reaction than you were about him walking in on you in the first place.
Hoseok spun around and slammed the door shut before crying out, “Oh my god, Y/N I’m so so so so sorry!I didn’t know you were in there!”
“It’s okay,” you called back to him. You weren’t horribly concerned about him walking in on you. You were more concerned with calming him.
“I didn’t hear the shower, I thought you were in your room. I wasn’t thinking, I should have knocked, I–”
“Hoseok,” you cut him off mid-ramble,“It’s really fine, don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go pick a movie for us to watch while I get dressed?” you suggested.
“Oh.. o-okay, yeah… I’ll go pick out a movie,” he muttered before walking away from the bathroom door.
He scanned your movie collection, waiting for something to catch his eye. He knew that it didn’t matter which movie he put on, he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to it. The image of your body would circle through his head for a while.
Namjoon’s heart fluttered a little bit as he unlocked the door to your shared apartment, just as it did every time he came home, knowing he’d get to see you.
Meanwhile, you had just stepped out of the shower to find that your towel wasn’t in the bathroom but instead, in your bedroom which was, of course, all the way across the apartment. You cracked the bathroom door open and listened to hear if Namjoon had come home yet. You heard no signs of living and decided to make the daring trek across the apartment.
Namjoon opened the door just as you pranced across the living room. You stopped halfway across your path when you heard the door open and looked at Namjoon.
He froze in the doorway, unable to move from the shock of seeing the sight in front of him.
“I uh… forgot my towel,” you explained sheepishly while you dripped water onto the floor.
Namjoon looked down at his feet, so he didn’t embarrass you more than you already were, “That’s okay, I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”
You sighed, knowing your cheeks were probably closer to a shade of purple rather than red, and ungracefully ran to your bedroom and slammed the door.
When the coast was clear, Namjoon looked up, sighed and pulled his fingers through his hair. His heart was still fluttering, but for a completely different reason. That was certainly more of you than he was ever expecting he’d see.
Jimin’s stomach grumbled as he looked in the fridge for something to eat. Nothing was calling out to him so he decided to order take out. He closed the fridge and walked toward your bedroom door.
“Hey, Y/N–” he called your name while opening the door.
“Oh no Jimin!” you tried to warn him, but it was too late.
He found you laying across your bed, propped up on your elbows, giving him quite a view. His eyes widened and gasped as he closed the door.
“I-I didn’t see anything!” he stuttered.
Knowing that wasn’t true, you said, “It’s okay. I tried to warn you.”
“I should have knocked,” he cursed himself.
“Well, you’ll remember for next time right?” you laughed lightly, trying to brighten the mood.
“Yeah, definitely,” he said quietly.
You both stood in silence with the closed door dividing you until you broke the silence, “Did you need something?” you asked, trying to find out why he’d come to your door in the first place.
Jimin shuffled uncomfortably in front of the door, “Uh.. I was just wondering if you wanted take out.”
You could hear the guilt in his voice from walking in on you so you tried to keep your voice perky and even, “Ooh that sounds good! Go pick which restaurant you want to order from while I get dressed then I’ll come out and look at the menu, okay?”
“Mkay…” he mumbled then walked away from your door.
Jimin walked to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. There was another “situation” he needed to take care of that took priority over his hunger.
In this moment, Tae was only certain of one thing: he needed to pee. He walked to the bathroom and swung the door open, not stopping to think there was a reason it was closed.
“Taehyung?!” you squealed and covered yourself as much as you could with your arms.
When he noticed that you were naked, Taehyung panicked, slapping his hands over his eyes and spinning around. In his attempt to get out of the bathroom quickly, he ran into the doorframe full force but the adrenaline pumping through him wouldn’t allow him to feel the pain from the collision until later.
He slammed the door behind him and let out a loud noise of surprise, “Why were you naked?!” he screamed through the door.
“Uh, I was getting ready to take a shower!” you shouted back in a “no duh” tone.
Tae wanted to slap himself for not putting the pieces together and he only now heard the sound of the shower running.
“Oh god, Y/N I’m so sorry,” he rested his head against the door as he apologized.
“It’s fine, let’s just… never speak of this again,” you suggested and tried to calm yourself.
“Agreed,” he answered through the door.
After a long moment of silence between you two, Tae heard you call to him in a small voice that was slightly drowned out by the shower, “Hey Tae?”
“Yeah?” he called back in the same voice.
“Could you go grab my towel?”
He laughed to himself and walked to your bedroom to find your towel a crumpled up mess on the ground. He grabbed it and walked back to the bathroom. Halfway down the hallway, he covered his eyes with one hand and held the towel far out in front of him with the other. He knocked on the door with the same hand he held the towel with and, even though his eyes were closed and covered by his hand, he turned his head in the other direction as you opened the door a crack and pulled the towel through.
“Thank you..” you told him, still embarrassed from what had happened.
“Mhm,” He responded as he walked away with his eyes still covered.
You closed the door and went about your business while Tae went back to the living room and collapsed on the couch. He rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands and sighed, “She’s beautiful…” he whispered to himself.
He caught his breath as he finally started to relax again and this was when he realized… he still needed to pee.
Jungkook opened his bedroom door and walked across the hallway to your bedroom. He needed to know if you had somehow grabbed his laptop charger since it was nowhere to be found in his own bedroom.
“Hey, Y/N,” he called to you before opening the door without knocking.
You heard him walking down the hall and calling your name so it gave you just enough time to stand up from your bed and walked to the door, but it didn’t give you enough time to catch the door before he opened it. You tried to warn him but everything happened so fast, it was inevitable.
Jungkook swung the door open and found you standing completely naked right in front of him. Instantly he closed his eyes and turned his head the other way.
He stood this way for a second before saying, “Here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m gonna close the door and pretend this never happened. Does that work for you?” he spoke with utter nonchalance.
“Yeah that sounds good,” you tried to match his tone.
“Okay,” he nodded once.
“Okay,” you said back.
Still, Jungkook just stood there, eyes closed and head turned toward the hall.
“Jungkook,” You grabbed his attention.
His body jolted, “Oh.. yeah, right. Sorry.”
He quickly closed the door and walked to the end of the hallway. He’d always wanted to see you naked, but this isn’t how he wanted it to happen. He tried to shake off his embarrassment and walked into the living room.
There on the couch was his laptop charger. He shook his head at himself and grabbed the charger before going back into his bedroom.
INFJ: The sun has risen. You are awake. This symmetry is not without meaning. INFP: Dare to dream. Do it. We dare you. Go ahead, dream. It’ll be fine. We promise. ISFP: Just act natural. Just act like all of nature. Just act like the entire cycle of life and death and change and rebirth. ISFJ: Kill it with kindness. And if that fails, kill it with sharp sticks or knives. ESFJ: If you love something, set it free. If it doesn’t come back, it probably died of sadness because it thought you loved it. ESFP: This is a story about you,“ said the man on the radio, and you were pleased, because you always wanted to hear about yourself on the radio. ENFJ: Remember that you are a beautiful person. You’re a weird-looking tree, but you’re a beautiful person. ENFP: I know you are, but what am I? What am I? What am I. What AM I? INTP: To err is human, but to err is also computer. We’ll have to find another test to reveal which of us are secretly bots. ENTP: The optimist says the glass is half full. The pessimist says the glass is half empty. It is only the truth-seeker who wonders, ‘Why is the glass there? Why is there water all over the floor? Why is it covering every other surface of the house? Who – or what – is doing this to us?’ INTJ: The secret to a long life lies in how acutely you perceive time. ENTJ: We all have to start somewhere. We all have to end somewhere, too, but let’s concentrate on the other thing. ISTP: It’s all right. All right. Allll right. Allllllll right. ESTP: Regret nothing. Until it is too late. Then, regret everything. ESTJ: Numbers don’t lie, but humans using numbers lie all the time. ISTJ: Don’t judge a book by its cover. Judge it by the harmful messages it contains.