wes i have failed you

mina has literally the most inconsistent characterization but i don’t even care because i lowkey love her

i’m at that point where i try to study but i physically can’t bring myself to so i get really stressed and i dont know if i care too much or i dont care at all but it makes me overwhelmed and all i want to do is sleep

Chapter 50 Eremin Meta/ Theory/Headcanon

So, first, I’ve got to say that I’m really, really, really busy. I’ve got a graduation thesis to finish until next week, so I really can’t do much over here. Btw, I’m so glad Eremin Month and Ex0’s comeback will be after I’m done with that damn thesis, but anyway, let’s get to the topic.

First, I’ve got to say that I didn’t watch the last three or four episodes of Season 2 (I really don’t remember where I stopped, that’s how crazy I am over everything I have to do). In any case, I knew that the chapter 50 episode would come out one of these weeks, and I checked the Eremin tag because, well, I wanted a sneak-peak of how bad it would be. Well, from what I’ve seen, it was bad indeed.

So, I grabbed my volume 12 and went to look again at the scene, just to soothe myself a little (or to scream over how baffling this whole thing is, whichever you prefer), and I noticed something.

Mika.sa starts talking and Ere.n looks at Armi.n, we all know it. But then, Mika.sa says the following:

Ere.n is looking at her, alright? Look how cute this Ere//Mika moment is. We can’t deny that it is touching, though I can’t look at it with shipper eyes. Anyway, then, in the next page, we have this:

I don’t think it’s too clear in this image, but in my printed version is it clear enough to me. I’ll point it out:

Mika.sa says she’s thankful for Eren being with her and she says “Thank you for teaching me how to live”, as you can see above. Then, Ere.n is looking at her, but in the last panel we have here, you can see that he tilts his body AND face towards Ar.min, while Mika.sa’s back is facing Ar.min, which means Ere,n isn’t looking at her. I’m not here to belittle Mika.sa’s and Ere;n’s relationship. What I wanted to say is: Ere.n hears what Mika.sa says and looks at Ar.min. My shipper goggles say it’s not coincidence. Let’s see why:

From what we’ve seen, Isa.yama has emphasized time and time again that it was Ar.min who has shown Ere.n a new perspective of life, and, from there, Ere.n has a goal in life, he’s not living meaninglessly. Ar.min was responsible for that, and it is explicitly said in the manga more than once. I’ll just throw here one of these moments, so people who don’t pay enough attention won’t say I’m delusional (and because I’m never tired of this scene):

So, what does this all mean? Well, after Mika.sa said that Ere.n taught her how to live, he looks at Ar.min. Coincidence? My shipper goggles say no. What I take from this is: Ere.n looks at Ar.min because, in his case, Ar.min is the one he’s thankful for teaching him how to live, and he doesn’t want to lose that. But this is just a theory to make me feel better about that damn anime, my headcanon. If anyone agrees, great; If not, it’s okay, but if you come to throw shit at me, well, I don’t have time to discuss, but if I had, I have an arsenal of receipts to throw at anyone who comes saying eremin isn’t all that.

Hope we can all overcome this and that Isa;yama proves us again, as he always does, how important they are to each other.

40 Prompts List

I threw together a bunch of my favorite prompts ideas since I’ve been suffering from writer’s block and need the inspiration. Feel free to reblog!

  1. “I don’t want to stop loving you.”
  2. “We were just pretending to be lovers, but I’m not pretending anymore.. I need to know if you feel the same way.”
  3. “I said you couldn’t fall in love with me, but I didn’t say I couldn’t fall in love with you.”
  4. “Promise me you’ll stay.”
  5. “I didn’t want it to end, I just thought you’d be better off without me..”
  6. “I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you.”
  7. “If this is the last time I see you, know that I love you more than anything.”
  8. “You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are.”
  9. “Just do one last thing: Kiss me.”
  10. “Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you.”
  11. “Please.. don’t leave.”
  12. “We were never just friends.”
  13. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
  14. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
  15. “I miss you every second of every day.”
  16. “I’m trying to forget you the best I can, but damn it, we belong together.”
  17. “You say I got us into this, but you didn’t stop it from happening, either.”
  18. “I always overthink, just let me do something thoughtless for once in my life.”
  19. “After everything… I’d still choose you.”
  20. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  21. “You’re too good for this world.”
  22. “How long do we have?”
  23. “Do you think we’re bad people?” 
  24. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”
  25. “We were never meant to fight on our own.”
  26. “We always have a choice.”
  27. “Is that a threat?”
  28. “Keep your eyes on me.”
  29. “You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”
  30. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”
  31. “We have to stick together.”
  32. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”
  33. “Don’t leave me behind.”
  34. “How did you find me?”
  35. “Who did this to you?”
  36. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
  37. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  38. “You’re out of your damn mind.”
  39. “You make me feel invincible.”
  40. “I’ll keep you safe.”

@the-noise-maker  yooo happy birthday! SPACE PARTIES are best parties 👍👍🍰🎂🍻👌👌

hope your day is rad like you ;w;

Chatstronaut’s Just Keep Sinning Fic-To-Read Rec

Anon made me do it. 

These are SIN fics that have been rec’d to me and are on my to-read list, some of them I have started reading, but I haven’t finished.  Just keep in mind, I have yet to read these completely, but being honest the kudos and comments on these fics speak for themselves. Feel free to rec me more fics if you haven’t seen them on either of my sin lists [Previous SIN Rec List

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…someone get matthew vaughn on the phone we need to sort this mess out

Heated Jealousy || Taehyung

Request - 1.  Anonymous said: Hii again!!! I want you to make a smut with Taehyung and with a bit sadness at the beginning but at the end, I’d like to end up with a rough smut and fluffy ending!!! Thnx 😘😘    

                 2.  Anonymous said: 안녕하세요~!! Can you make a scenario with Taehyung being his girlfriend jealous, but at the end they are both turned on and have rough sex?                    

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Angst (Jealousy), Smut

Summary - Getting jealous is one of the traits that turn Taehyung on regardless of what you say or do.Consider it his kink. *wink wink*

Warning - Oral, daddy kink, dom-sub

Spending a weekend at home was probably the last thing you’d wanted to do.

Sighing, you plopped onto the sofa and lazily picked on the cushions, too bored out of your mind to even bother noticing your phone vibrating on the table in front of you.

Only when it began ringing the second time, did you push yourself up with a groan and picked the phone up, pressing the speaker on, Taehyung’s voice immediately greeting you.

Perhaps he was bored too.

‘Hey, Y/N, I called to say I won’t be making it home in another three-to-four hours, okay?’ His lazy voice indicated the hours of lecture he’d been going through since morning was nothing pleasant either. Who had lectures during the weekend anyway?

You sighed through your nose, ‘Why?’

'Tutoring’ He said, his voice clipped. You stiffened instantly. Tutoring was fine - but if the person-

'With?’ Taehyung knew the tone too well. He was inwardly squirming already at the possible wrath he would face later at home. But strangely, he still smiled.

'Look, Y/N, it’s just for this month. We have our mid-terms coming up and I can’t fail it. You know how important that scholarship is for me.’ He was right - you did know how important the lectures were for him. Still, that didn’t answer your question. But it didn’t have to. The tired and exhausted breath that clung to his voice as he explained it as sweetly as he could, answered enough.

'Is she the only person who can tutor you?’ You asked, trying to sound as bored as possible. If you were really bored, then keeping the tightness in your voice from him wouldn’t be so hard, right?


'Yes, baby. She is.’ The faint ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece seemed to amplify as though Taehyung’s own life was timed - or perhaps your anger.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you tried not to yell as you loosed a shaky breath and spoke, 'Okay, cool. See you in the evening.’ And the call cut as swiftly as a knife would.

Your head was pounding. That girl - that tutor - his classmate - she made you want to shatter things. You didn’t know if he was just too blind, or naïve, or incredulous, or all three - but you had seen the hunger in her eyes as she had watched him, the last time you’d crossed paths. If she as much as breathed wrong in his direction-
You didn’t want to complete the thought.

You trusted Taehyung. Enough to know he would push her away if she was to get too touchy. Enough to know he would come home to you and make it up to you. Yet somewhere, a tendril of guilt pulled at your heart. For all that he was working hard, if this was how you were going to pay him back with…

You shook your head. You had every right to be…jealous. There, you said it. Although you hadn’t wanted to admit it to him, he knew you way too well to not see through that fake wall of 'oh-she’s-really-nice’ attitude.

Now, all you had left to do was wait for your boyfriend to come home. And maybe not throw things or pull your hair out as you did so.

The hours went by like years. Every minute you’d heard even the slightest rustling of leaves or the tapping of a tree branch against the window - your head would snap to the door.

Three-to-four hours. That’s what he’d said. And only two had passed. Your hand itched to type - to let him know you were anything but patiently awaiting his arrival - to let him know you were really missing him. It was genuine, though. You had that much courtesy. A weekend with hours to spend - why spend it alone when you had a boyfriend to spend it with. Except yours was not at home. Or with you.

You sprawled on the sofa, and like that, another hour passed.

With every other half an hour, your position on the furniture shifted - your legs would be on the arms of the couch, hanging by its side, or your head would be dipped by the front, your legs resting on top of the couch. Even with blood rushing to your head you couldn’t calm yourself down.

Then you heard the fumbling of keys. And the turning of the lock. And then shuffling of feet as the person finally got in and closed the door. By then, you had straightened up, your butt resting where it was supposed to, before it was off the furniture.

'I’m home- Y/N?’ He sounded surprised as you rushed past him, your feet thundering on the floor as you made your way to your shared room. Perhaps he could sleep on the sofa tonight. It served him enough to come home an hour late.

'Y/N,’ you heard him before he’d made his way to the room you were in, your back facing him as you stood in front of the window - the sun setting behind the buildings as the time ticked into evening.

Again, the same exhausted voice sounded as he repeated your name, but this time in close proximity. He was tired - you knew it. But you just couldn’t stand it. His hands came to rest on both your shoulders, and you could feel the the ring - the one you’d gifted him - digging into your shoulder as he pressed his fingers around both your shoulders. They were small enough to disappear into his large hands. And you liked that.

He turned you around slowly, and you braced yourself as you heard a gasp leave his lips. A gasp so quiet but sharp, before he whispered, 'Baby…’

Your glistened eyes watched his exposed chest, the first two buttons kept unbuttoned as he had rushed today morning.

'Why are you crying?’ His soft, baritone voice rang in your ears and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. This was stupid - you couldn’t believe you were crying over this.

'I can’t take it, Taehyung.’ You confessed. And you didn’t have to explain what you were talking about. He knew exactly just what - who - you were referring to.

And in a voice he’d never used with you before, he said, 'We’ve talked about this, Y/N.’

It was disappointment. And the edge of his temper. You were really yanking at it. Even with that tone, you didn’t stop. And you just really wanted to slap yourself for it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did before you.

'I don’t care, Taehyung. It just really, really bothers me how you don’t notice how she looks at you,’ You spoke calmly, even your temper tipping off the edge.

He let your shoulders go, his hands going deep into his pockets as his eyes fixated on you. You knew where this was going - the gesture itself screamed, run.

'And why should I? I have my girlfriend in front of me to know I have nobody else to to look at. To need to look at.’ He countered, and you would’ve swooned if it weren’t for that little devil of jealousy dancing inside you. Your eyes looked at him beneath your eyebrows before you tipped your head to look up at him.

'So even if she made a move on you, you’d just brush it off saying that I’m your girlfriend and you have nobody else to touch-’

'Y/N!’ you flinched as he raised his voice, 'That’s enough! I’ve had enough of your shit about that girl. She’s just as harmless as you are. And if you maybe could look beyond that jealousy, you’d see it.’ His voice lowered considerably, but you hadn’t cowered. You held his stare, and him yours, and then you noticed his eyes. His pupils had dilated a great deal.

You opened your mouth, ready to verbally slap him, to point out that you weren’t as jealous as he was claiming you to be when you felt the ghost of a touch linger around your jaw, before he surely grabbed it, his thumb grazing over the border of your mouth before it moved to caress your cheek.

Your heart thundered in your chest, 'So it’s alright for you to be an over-protective bastard when I simply smile at a guy, while I can’t even breath wrong towards a girl who’s probably touched you?’

A faint flash of amusement flickered across his brown orbs as you spoke. You hadn’t noticed he’d been nudging you towards the wall beside the window until your back was pressed surely against it, the coldness stinging your exposed shoulders, the tank top now seemed to have being nothing but a nuisance as he kept watching you. He ran a seductive tongue over his lips, as he watched your own.

'Yes, princess. That’s correct, but don’t worry, she was nowhere near me,’ He breathed, his hands now falling down your sides slowly as he dragged his fingers delicately along the length of your arms before gripping your wrists roughly enough to contrast with the way he spoke, and pinning them smack above you against the cold wall. He pressed his body against yours, his exposed chest seeming to gleam against the golden-orange light that bled through the window. And as he pressed further, you felt the undeniably large evidence of his arousal against your core, letting you loosen a whimper at the attention.

'Because,’ He continued, and you had long forgotten what he’d been blabbering about, 'Only I get to touch you like this,’ his hand dipped down your arms that were held by his other, and fell against your breasts, his fingers kneading you through the material of your flimsy tank top. He smirked - not wearing a bra was definitely a wise decision.

'Only I get to feel you like this,’ he pressed his groin against yours in emphasis, and moved so subtly you had to close your eyes to feel it. 'And only I get to kiss you like this,’ he finally added, before he pressed his mouth against yours, and began kissing you so wickedly, so feverishly, it was like he was more than just ready to devour you whole - and god be damned, did you like that idea.

He pulled away, and you almost whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth, your hands falling by your sides again. His eyes gleamed in the light, and the lust you saw there - sugar coated with dominance and passion - drove you crazy. Let the tutor be damned.

‘I wonder what that mouth can do, other than whine about me wanting to study, hmm?’ He drawled, and you felt your mouth water. The thought of him filling your mouth-

‘Come here,’ His deep, guttural voice broke through your train of thoughts - more like images - as he brought you back to reality. As though under his command, your legs carried you to him, his hands hanging loosely by his sides while he stood a few feet in front of you, his eyes dragging over your body like a scanner. Once you got in arms length of reach, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, gathering you in his arms before he claimed your mouth once more. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in. His tongue brushed over your lip and you were more than just ecstatic to let him in, letting him dominate over you as much as he wanted to.

And then his arousal poked your thigh - and it was like feeling skin wrapped steel as it did so. You ran a palm down his torso, and his stomach before placing a palm on him, before rubbing him through the material, a growl erupting from him and swallowed by you.

You pulled away and before he could say anything, you pushed him hard enough to make the back of his knees collide against the bed and let him fall on the mattress. You walked closer to him, getting down on your knees as close as possible to his clothed member before yanking the zip down and unbuckling his pants, pulling the material down along with his boxers. It was more than just a sight to behold. A moan escaped your lips.

‘Show Daddy how that lovely mouth works wonders, kitten.’ Was all he needed to say before you grabbed him eagerly, giving him a few teasing pumps, before you leaned in and licked a good length from the base and along his shaft up until his tip. The groan that left his mouth was so deep you felt you’d become undone right there.

You wrapped your lips tight around his shaft, taking him in enough to reach the back of your tongue, but not deep enough for his tip to collide with the back of your throat. You were teasing him so subtly - but he knew you too well, enjoyed it too well, to refrain himself from thrusting into your mouth. And when you bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob, his hands weaved into your hair and clutched tighter, his hips momentarily bucking into your mouth, ‘That’s it kitten, take all of Daddy,’ He moaned deeply, and you obeyed. And boy were you God gifted to not have a gag reflex. Because his next thrust went so deep, that when it touched the back of your throat, you’d felt him twitch, as though ready to come, but he growled loudly, ‘No.’

He pulled himself out of your mouth, and you felt your saliva mixed with his pre cum dripping down the corner of your mouth, his hungry eyes taking the sight in before he leaned forward, his member touching his shirt covered toned stomach as he placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips, licking away the trickle of fluid, ‘Get on me, baby girl.’ 

You instantly got to your feet, and almost hissed as the burning on your knees finally registered - carpet burns. And the angry red on your knees were  enough for him to see before he looked up at you, and as though a switch clicked in him, he stood up. ‘You know what, I have a much better idea.’

Your heart hammered so loud it echoed in your ears as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing over a sensitive spot beneath your ear, his arms wrapping around you securely and pulling you closer to him. His chest remained glossy, and the buttons too annoying to keep them together. Your hands worked on them but he simply moved them away, before you felt a silky material wrap itself around your wrists. You gasped as the sight of his discarded tie around your wrists came into view.

Picking you up, he placed you on the dresser behind you that you hadn’t noticed he’d been leading you towards. Your tied hands immediately went over his head, resting on his shoulder blades before he pulled you closer to him, your clothed core meeting his bare shaft, your eyes closing in response. By instinct, your head dipped backwards, and you felt his lips latch onto the skin of your neck, where he began suckling and kissing, nipping at certain parts where he knew was the most pleasurable for you. You let out a breathy moan as you felt him nearing your breasts.

‘Do I make you feel good, Y/N?’ His head reappeared, and you brought your head back up, your half lidded eyes meeting his blazed and lust-filled ones, his hands already kneading the skin under your tank top of your back.

‘Hmm?’ You hummed, as you felt one of his hands make its way towards your throbbing heat, anticipating the much needed attention from him. As you waited with closed eyes, his hand moved closer, his fingers expertly maneuvering around your inner thighs before settling flat over your heat.

‘Must I repeat my question, love?’ He whispered, his mouth so close to your ear, his breath tickled your ear lobe. Goosebumps rose on the surface of your skin and you looked at him, ‘You make me feel more than just good, Daddy.’ You breathed.

His eyes crinkled ever so slightly as his lips twitched, ‘Good girl, kitten.’ He began moving his fingers roughly against your clothed heat, it already being wet from all the sexual tension that had been hanging since the moment he had turned you around at the window, and since the moment you had caught sight of his gleaming chest. And now when you watched him, his eyes trained on your parted lips, you noticed the glimmering of the chain he always wore.

Right then, you moaned, ‘I need you, Taehyung.’ You dared use his name, but rather than him stopping, you only heard him growl, ‘Fuck this shit. Come here, Y/N.’ And what happened next was simply a blur of moans, and kisses and a whole lot of fucking.

You felt his fingers tear away the shorts from your hips, dragging your underwear along with it, the tip of his member greeting you almost instantly. Your hands remained behind his head, tied and bounded while he unbuttoned his shirt with one free hand, while he held you with his other. As his shirt came free, his hands pulled you closer to him as possible, his shimmering and toned chest finally meeting your clothed one. And with that one pull, he had you filled. Filled to the brim. You let out a yelp as you felt him stretch you massively, his member getting harder inside you as you bucked your hips against his, indicating it was okay to move. After that, it was as though he had completely forgotten what mercy was.

He thrusted, hard and deep into you, your breasts bouncing behind your tank top that he was (in the heat of the moment) too annoyed to bear - leading to his hand grabbing the front of your top and rip it, it falling apart in two pieces. But you were too into the moment to even care - or hear the material ripping.

He moved faster, his hands working wonders on your hardened nipples while you grabbed what you could of his hair, his lips latching onto your lips in a hungry, heated kiss.

‘I believe this is more than just enough to let you know that you belong to me, no, kitten?’ He growled in a predatory-like voice onto your lips, your eyes struggling to stay open as you felt your release fast-approaching, ‘And you, me, Daddy.’ You breathed in broken whispers, your walls tightening around him, the dresser under you banging against the wall as he pushed harder into you.

He groaned, in what you thought was his response as his thrusts began slacking, his eyes shutting tight as he led the two of you to euphoria. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as you bucked your hips, feeling his release spill inside you whilst you released around him, your moans chorused as you dipped your head onto his shoulder.

You legs unwrapped in fatigue, your hands doing the same, as you breathed heavily onto his sweaty skin. You felt him pull out of you, his chuckle reverberating inside you as he whispered, ‘Always, Y/N.’ And it took you a second before you recognized that as his response to your claim.

You brought your head back up, anything but exhaustion in his eyes seen as he smugly said, ‘Up for round two, kitten? Or do you have more to whine about?’

And you certainly did whine the next morning as you got up to walk.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

anonymous asked:

can you write a trimberly fic where they're already dating and during an argument one of them says something hurtful, but doesn't realize it cause of how mad she is and the other just gets kind of quiet because she's actually really hurt? super angsty with a happy ending?

Thanks for the prompt!

Kimberly is well aware that her walking personification of an angry cat girlfriend is actually the softest softy to ever soft, and while the other girl mostly keeps to herself, there are various moments when she just drives Kimberly up the wall. She hates when the other woman leaves her dirty clothes all over the bathroom floor, hates when she doesn’t pick up after herself and she ends up tripping over gadgets the Latina steals from Billy’s lab without his knowing, hates that she’s always leaving empty water bottles on the kitchen counter or on the coffee table, and she hates when Trini blasts music while she paints in their apartment on the nights before Kimberly has a big exam. It makes her groan in frustration as she glares down at her notes, reading the same line at least three times before understanding the first half of the sentence.

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Prompt: “Am I supposed to be scared of you?“ + Jungkook

Words: 1183

Warnings: badboy!Jungkook + angst (I’m not sure if this is considered angst 😂 + fluff + curse words

Description: Your teacher partnered you with Jungkook for your final project. You’re almost 100% sure that he’ll be the reason you fail.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes! And sorry to the anon who requested this :( tumblr is being mean to me and wouldn’t let me post it 😭😭


You knew that everything would go bad when your teacher choose him to be your partner for your final project.


Jeon Jungkook.

A jock. The school’s bad boy. The boy that every girl wanted to be with and every boy wanted to be.

You hated him.

Sure, you didn’t know his grades, or how well he does his homework. But you do know that he’s an asshole.

You two were childhood friends. You basically grew up together. He used to be an adorable sweetheart, but after you both got to high school, everything changed.

He started hanging out with new people. He started being really rude to you. Calling you names, picking on you. Even ignoring you. Everything that he did irked you.

After you two stopped talking to each other, you had a few encounters with him. Some at school, some at parties.

He started to always try to talk to you, but you didn’t want to talk to him. Every time he would walk up to you, you think “well, maybe he has something nice to say today,” but you’re always so wrong.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” He says, walking up to you while you were standing at your locker.

“Don’t even say anything to me, Jungkook.” You say, holding a piece of paper in your hands.

“What’s your problem?” He asks.

“My problem is this.” You say, turning to face him and giving him the piece of paper. “What’s this?” He asks, taking the paper and looking at it.

“That’s what you submitted to our teacher. Even when I told you not to.” You told him.

Jungkook chuckled.

“It’s not funny!” You groaned. “You took out everything I sent you, and replaced it with your own, stupid words. We’re going to fail. And if I don’t graduate and my parents kill me, I swear to god Jeon Jungkook I will haunt you.”

“Oh, come on. We’re not going to fail.” He assures you, but you didn’t believe him.

“It was our finally project and you ruined it. I’m going to fail this class because of you.” You tell him and you ran your fingers through your hair, a habit you have when you’re stressed.

How could he do this? He replaced everything that you wrote, and then sent it to your teacher.

Jungkook didn’t say anything.

The bell rung, signaling that everyone had to go to their next class, but you weren’t worried because you had a free period. Jungkook, however, was probably planning on skipping his next class anyways.

The hallways began to clear and soon you two were the only people there.

“You have nothing to say?” You asked him.

“Nope.” He shook his head.

You groaned in disbelief. “You’re such an idiot! We’re going to fail, Jungkook. We’re going to fail the class. And we won’t be able to graduate! You know that our teacher won’t let us submit a make-up.”

“Why are you so worried? How are you so sure that we’re going to fail?” He asks.

“Because you do no work in class. How could you possibly barely pay attention in class, and then expect to pass?” You asked him.

“You don’t know how much work I do.” He points out.

“It’s doesn’t matter. I can’t believe you replaced everything that I sent you.” You sighed. “There’s no way that I’m getting left back because of you.”

“You’re so uptight. You need to let loose a little bit. We’re not going to fail.” He says.

“Uptight? I am not uptight! I just want to graduate, unlike you.” You defend yourself.

“I do want to graduate.” He says.

“Obviously you don’t.” You rolled your eyes at the boy. “If you wanted to graduate, you would’ve done the right thing for our project. God, you’re so stupid!” You yelled at him.

Jungkook just rolled his eyes back at you without saying a word.

“I understand if you don’t want to graduate, but you don’t have to drag me down with you. How could you do something as stupid as that? What have I ever done to you, Jeon Jungkook?” You asked him.

He was about to answer you, but you spoke over him.

“Don’t even answer that. I’ve done nothing to you, but you constantly bother me and call me names for no reason. And now you’re the reason that I’m going to fail this class.” You say.

“We’re not going to fail! Stop saying that!” He yells at you.

“We are going to fail! And it’s because you’re an asshole who likes to do his own thing and doesn’t listen to anyone!” You yelled right back at him.

“Don’t call me that.” He tells you.

“What are you going to do about it? Hit me? I see you like to get in fights. Even if you could hit me, what’s that going to solve? Nothing. Asshole.” You said, provoking him.

Before you could even think of anything else to say, Jungkook closed your locker and pinned you against it, trapping you between the locker and his body. He grabbed on to both of your arms, also pinning them down to the lockers.

“You like to make me angry, don’t you?” He asked you. You felt his breath on your lips. That’s how close he was.

You didn’t answer him, you just rolled your eyes.

“You’re such an uptight bitch. If you were a boy, you would’ve gotten beat up already.” He tells you, but you knew he was lying. Jungkook would never hurt you. You knew that.

“Am I supposed to be scared of you?” You asked, no trace of fear on your face.

Jungkook chuckled. “You don’t need to be scared of me.”

You tried to push him away, but he pinned your arms down too tightly.

“Let’s make a bet.” He suggested. “What kind of bet?” You asked.

“If we pass our project, you have to be my girlfriend.”


“What makes you think that I want to be your girlfriend?” You asked him. “Who wouldn’t want to be my girlfriend?” He chuckles once again.

“Me.” You answered. “See? You’re so uptight. You need to let loose. Relax. Take a chill pill.” He tells you.

You sighed, not liking to be called uptight. Especially not by him. “Fine. And if we fail?” You ask.

“If we fail, I have to be your boyfriend.” He says.

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny. You have quite an ego.”

“Fine. If we fail, I’ll be your servant for the next two months. I can cook, clean and drive you wherever you want to go.” He explains.

You liked the sound of that.

“Okay. Deal.” You smiled at him.

He finally let go of you, and you walked away without saying anything else.

You were pretty sure that you two failed your project, so you weren’t at all worried about having to date him.

When you finally got your project results, you looked at the grade and—

“Oh crap.” You said, eyes widening.

“I told you.” Jungkook speaks in your ear, standing closely behind you.

You passed.

Nothing Without Love: Chapter 1

Gladio x F!Reader Multi - Chapter Fic (reader insert)

Quick summary for those who haven’t read the original drabble:

This is an Arranged Marriage AU. The reader is Noctis’s older sister (Age 22). As the Princess, she is tied to many duties. Arranged marriage being one. She is now betrothed to someone she hate; Gladio Amicitia. 

Much angst. 

So I was originally going to name this “Reluctance” just as I named the original drabble. But I was listening to “Nothing Without Love” while listening to writing this. And. It just worked out. Lol. Well I hope you enjoy! Blindbae is starting this off with evil plot twists already. Wtf.

Thus I begin my decent into Gladio hell.

Word Count: 1,832

Tagging some friend: @stunninglyignis, @themissimmortal, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @itshaejinju, @rubyphilomela, @the-lucian-archives, @viscaelus, @stephicness, @lupanaoflaminar, @neko-otaku13 , and @momokitty27 <3

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“You wanted to see me?” You pressed into your father’s study, you hands gracefully folded over your lap. Your father, Regis Lucis Caelum, King of your country, sat at his desk busying himself with what seemed like another endless pile of paperwork.

“Yes, Y/N,” he looked up from his work, placing his pen back onto the study wooden desk that was absolutely cluttered with random items. Discarded balls of paper, photos frames filled with pictures of you and your younger brother, candy wrappers (your father had always had a sweet tooth),  along with several miscellaneous items you couldn’t identify from your distance. 

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Player: Leon Draisaitl – Edmonton Oilers


Thank you so much! This is 100 percent one of my favorite imagines I have ever done. Definitely Top 3! I hope you love it as much as I do!

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Warnings: Trouble Conceiving.

Preview: A few weeks had passed and the baby making campaign was in full force. He had enlisted a few of the boys to help him try and brainwash you. He even tried to use Misha in his never-ending tirade. You could only roll your eyes when Misha stumbled into the kitchen wearing a shirt that read “Big Brother”

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You were sitting in the fresh Edmonton air, trying to enjoy the rare weekday lunch with your husband. It was not often you and Leon were able to go for lunch. Between his insane hockey schedule and your equally insane toddler, going out to eat was rarely an option.

You watched as something caught Leon’s eye. You followed his gaze to see him watching a woman walking down the sidewalk, her arms carrying bags from the neighboring baby boutique.

“I saw that.” You quipped as you were wrestling your fidgeting son.

“Huh” Leon looked at you confused, playing dumb.

“I saw you looking at her.” You replied.

“Babe, I really wasn’t…”

“Well, I saw the way you looked at her bump” you giggled.

 “She looked as if she could be due any day, she was glowing.”

“Look at you swooning over pregnancy.” You chuckled once more placing a kiss on your son’s cheek.

“Let’s have another baby.” Leon suddenly responded.

“Have you lost your mind?” You looked at him puzzlingly.

“We make such cute babies, Y/N. And Misha is getting so big now, I want another little one. Plus, you were just so beautiful pregnant.”

“I definitely was not feeling beautiful Leon.” You laughed as Misha had finally succeeded at escaping from your grasp. He toddled around the table to his father who delightedly scooped him up.

“Seriously Y/N, I want to have more little babies with you.” He smiled as he pushed Misha’s hair from his eyes.

You watched your son and husband for a moment. You had to admit, you and Leon did make adorable babies.

“We’ll see Leon.”

Leon looked up and smiled at you. You could tell by his eyes he was already hatching a million and one plans to convince you.

A few weeks had passed and the baby making campaign was in full force. He had enlisted a few of the boys to help him try and brainwash you. He even tried to use Misha in his never-ending tirade. You could only roll your eyes when Misha stumbled into the kitchen wearing a shirt that read “Big Brother”

 You were sitting at the kitchen counter, enjoying a bagel. Leon was still at practice and Misha was spending time with his grandparents. You were enjoying the silence but only for a moment. You couldn’t deny that you loved the slightly organized chaos that came with your rambunctious son. You adored the love and noise that came with having Misha in the house. He was so worth every morning spent clutching the toilet and the sleepless nights being unable to get comfortable. Maybe it would be worth it again for another little Leon following around his older brother.

 You were pulled from your thoughts hearing the door open and close.

“Y/N? You home my love?” you heard Leon call from the front room.

“Kitchen” you responded as you continued to enjoy your bagel.

You felt his strong arms wrap around you and a quick kiss to your temple. He then turned to the fridge to grab food for himself. “Misha still with my parents?”

“Mhmm” you nodded. He smirked at you drinking one of his post-practice shakes.

“I didn’t take my birth control this morning.” You stated simply taking another bite of your bagel.

You enjoyed watching Leon almost sputter out his shake, his eyes widening.

“You mean you want to try? 

“I mean you make a hard case” you smile and suddenly you were being swept from your stool.

“Hey! What about my bagel?” you giggled as Leon ran up the stairs with you in his arms.

“Bagel… Later…. Baby…. Now.” He responded between placing kisses to your lips.

You walked into the bathroom with a groan. Leon glanced at you from the sink.

“We just started trying babe.” He said reading your mind

You just nodded, you couldn’t help feeling deflated 

“Plus that just means we get to keep trying” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You chuckled as you went to start getting Misha ready for the day.

Your days were filled with trying for baby number two when you could fit it in between toddler naps and hockey games. Each time came with no success, and it was weighing you down. You had no issues when you decided to have Misha. You had begun to track your ovulation and were trying foods you read helped with conception.

And now here you were after your last run of baby making, laying on the bed both feet in the air against the headboard, reading another article on yoga positions to help fertility.

Leon walked into the room from taking his shower, he looked at you as if you were insane. “What are you doing now?”

“I’m lifting my hips to try and coax your little Leon’s to my uterus.”

He huffed as cleaned up his suit that was strewed across the room.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked

“Dammit Y/N, this isn’t fun anymore.” He shouts obviously frustrated.

“What’s not going to be fun is if you wake up your son.”

“I can’t do this anymore.” He says quieter but no less angry.

“Do what? Have another baby?” you question.

“I want nothing more than another baby with you but not on some crazy obulation schedule that you basically have posted on the fridge.”

“It’s Ovulation Hun.”

“I don’t care what the damn word is! And can you please get out of the stupid position! I’m trying to have a conversation with you!”

You turn to get down and sit up just as Misha wails from his bedroom. You sigh as you head for the door. “I’m going to go try and get our son back to sleep.” You scoff.

You heard a loud thump and shatter as you walked down the hallway.

After a tiring hour of pacing the room with a crying toddler on your hip, you finally had gotten Misha back to sleep.

You walked back into the bedroom and Leon was in bed watching game highlights on a sports channel. “Is he back asleep?” he asked, eyes not leaving the TV.



You crawl into bed and sit on your knees next to him. He steals a quick glance at you but continues to watch the TV still pouting. You finally just speak up.

“I just feel like I have failed you. We keep trying to have a baby and it is just not happening. I have been so obsessed with trying to make this work that I didn’t realize how you were feeling. I’m so sorry Leon, I just want to give you another baby so badly.”

Leon quickly sat up to face you, wiping the tears from your cheeks 

“Babe you are not failing me in the least. I know we didn’t struggle with Misha but it will happen. I just want you to stop putting so much pressure on this. You are stressing about this when we should just enjoy the time we have with just Misha and the process of making more little babies with your very handsome husband.”

You chuckle at the last part and share a kiss with said handsome husband. You spent the rest of the evening purposefully asking questions you knew the answers to about his game highlights.

You were sitting in the backyard with Kelly Talbot. You watched as the twins chased your clumsy toddler around with their dogs.

“How’s trying to expand your roster going? Cam told me that Leon couldn’t stop talking about it.” Kelly asked sipping her mimosa. You were having your ritual of getting brunch with your fellow Oiler mommy while the boys were on road trips.

“We’ve been trying but no luck. It caused a bit of a rough spot but we got past it. We are just going with the flow for now. It will happen when it happens.”

You smile as you reached for the first sip of your mimosa. As soon as the smell got in range of your nose, you could feel your breakfast making its way back up your throat. You leaned over the trash can and lost the contents of your stomach.

“Maybe Happen is soon then later” Kelly snickers rubbing your back. 

You looked at her as you wiped your mouth. “Pharmacy Run?”

“Let’s get the kids in the car!” she smiles with a snap of fingers

5 pregnancy tests later, you were definitely pregnant.  You were beyond thrilled. The first thing you wanted to do was tell Leon. You reached for your phone but decided against it. Leon had figured out you were pregnant with Misha before you could surprise him with some cute announcement. You started to put the plan in motion.

Leon was due any moment now and you were waiting in the living room, trying to look as causal and nonsuspicious as you could. You continued to check on Misha making sure everything was in place.

You heard the garage door opening and you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. You composed yourself and headed to the door to greet him.

“Hey Babe” he smiled as he walked in the door putting his bag down and giving you a quick kiss. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too and so did a certain little one.” You smirked at your own hidden meaning.

“You currently have a very impatient toddler who demanded a bedtime story from his papa waiting upstairs for you.”

“Well Let’s not keep him waiting any longer.” Leon smiled heading up the stairs. You followed close behind.

Leon opened the door to Misha’s room to find him sitting in his bed trying to read a story.

“What’s on the menu tonight little man?” he questioned taking the book from your giggling toddler.

Leon read the title and almost fell over. What to Do When Mommy is Having a Baby.

He whipped around to you. “Are you..”

“I’m thinking we go for a goalie this time around, expand our roster.”

Leon swept you up and spun you around, much to Misha’s delight. He placed a kiss to your lips as he sat you down.

“No goalies, maybe a right winger.” He smiled and you couldn’t have been happier.

Zelda's Log: Love, Present Tense (NSFW)

Yesterday was the birthday of my dear friend @haunted-realm . I wrote this for her, and she allowed me to share it with you all. I hope you enjoy it as much as her.

This is after the prologue I posted before.

‘Sleep with me, please’.

Zelda’s words made him pale as if some unknown foe had drained his life force away from him.

‘What are you thinking?’, Zelda asked, starting to blush, ‘I just don’t want to sleep alone’.

‘No- nothing!’, he exclaimed - something pretty unusual for him - stepping backwards, as if preparing to be scolded by her. ‘I’ll let you get changed. I’m doing the same, then we can discuss the arrangements’.

He walked down the stairs, stiff as a stick, not even trying to look at her.

Zelda used this to quickly discard her old white dress - that needed serious mending - along with her jewels and shoes, and put on the simple embroidered cotton nightie Link had left on the desk chair for her.

‘Link, I’m ready’, she said, leaning on the railing of the mezzanine, ‘co…’

Her eyes settled on his naked back.

That scar. She remembered it very well. The very thought of it gave her a pang in her heart.

‘…me up’.

He jolted, turning to her, and pulling the shirt of his pajamas down his back. His expression was as if she had really upset him.

‘I’m sorry’, she apologized, rushing down the stairs to meet him, ‘I didn’t mean to’.

He nodded, accepting her apology, but downcast nonetheless.

They got in the small bed, Zelda on the side facing the wall, Link on the outer face, their backs almost touching. They remained in silence, not even trying to fall asleep trying to forget the uncomfortable moment.

The moonlight sieved through the window, covering all in a soft bluish light.

‘I am not proud of that scar’, he started, ‘It reminds me I should have protected you, and I failed you’.

‘We both failed’, she emphasized, turning to him, embracing him, ‘But we overcame. You should take your own advice, you know? Stop feeling guilty, be less hard on yourself’.

He nodded, and hummed affirmatively.

‘Don’t forget I care about you’ - she patted his head - ‘You can trust me’.

‘I know you do’, he answered her, turning to face her. ‘I… heard the bard’s song…about what happened a hundred years ago’.

'What does it say?’, Zelda asked, not knowing well what he meant.

‘it says you…’ - he hesitated - ‘loved me’.

Zelda huffed, looking away.

'I have to make an amendment to that’, she smiled, 'it should be I love you, present tense…’ - she paused- ‘It’s alright if you don’t feel the same way’.

Link remained in silence, not realizing the redness on his face.

'I still can’t recall all of my memories, so I don’t know if I had feelings for you before, but’ - he held her hand - 'I do know one thing: I am in love with the girl from my memories, present tense’.

Zelda’s fingertips loosened from his grip to caress his cheek. In exchange, he held her palm and kissed it.

Their bodies melted into an embrace not only of affection, but also of comfort and solace. As their foreheads touched, their noses rubbed, making them smile.

Zelda initiated the kiss, soft and tender, to Link’s surprise. He reciprocated, more timidly.

Their kissing slowly escalated from chaste to open-mouthed kisses, mixed with nervous giggles, excited shivers and tighter embraces.

Hands started wandering away from comfort zones, stopping right before falling into improper grounds.

‘Can I…?’, they asked each other simultaneously, nodding to answer their common doubt.

They started getting acquainted with each other’s bodies, recognizing their differences and rejoicing in them.

Softness. Curves. Slopes. Roughness.Hardness. Tautness.

'Stop’. His voice called a halt, panting nervously. He sat on his side of the bed.

‘Why?’, Zelda asked, doing the same, 'it felt really good’.

'Because’ - Link paused to choose his words carefully - 'it makes me want to do things to you I am not sure you want’.

'Like letting you take me and make me yours?’, she asked, blushing at the words, ‘I’ve been pretty much wanting that since you saved me from the Yiga’.

'Oh, wow’, was his very eloquent answer.

'Let us do it, then’, she chuckled, taking off her nightie, and kissing him full on the lips.

He was perplexed at what was in front of him. 'You truly are a goddess incarnate’, he muttered.

She just smiled, and helped him undress, until both ended naked. They caressed each other in silence, shivering of sheer thrill, memorizing their bodies, kissing each other until their arousal was too much to bear.

He laid her down, spreading her legs enough to position himself.

‘Go ahead’, she instructed him with a smile.

He penetrated her body as slowly and gently as possible, but even that way she whimpered a little.

'Are you..?’, he almost whispered.

'I’m fine’, she panted, 'it hurts a little, but it feels good’.

Thrusts were slow, going in crescendo as both felt more comfortable and started enjoying themselves.

Her folds were warm, moist, and inviting; her body felt so good, so right. Every second inside her he felt closer to fade into her.

Her sweaty skin against his.

Her sweet whispers and soft moans in his ear.

Her thighs strongly wrapped around his hips.

Zelda then, unexpectedly, started panting and moaning wildly, her release taking over her, in a burst of pleasure that dragged Link along her, leaving him shivering from the same sensations as her.

'That…’ - he panted, with a hoarse voice - 'was incredible’.

She nodded, kissing him on the cheek, cuddling against him for a moment, to recover her breath.

'I call dibs on the big spoon’, she said, containing a yawn, and incorporating to grab the blankets to cover both of them.

'And I’m good with that’, he accommodated himself, turning on his side.

She wrapped her left arm around his torso, and he laced his fingers with hers. He mumbled a goodnight to her beloved, and swiftly fell asleep.

Before drifting away in slumber, she realized the scar on his back was inches away from her face.

She kissed it quickly before closing her eyes, and snuggled closer to the one she loves.

britegalaxies-deactivated201701  asked:

Hii~ first off I would like to say that I your blog and that you're soo pretty. Secondly I wondering if I request a ambw Jay Park smut when he's you're professor and make you stay after class cause your failing and decides to you "extra credit".

Every time someone requests Jay or anyone along the AOMG lines I love and hate it at the same time because I know it will affect me and make me a needy little bitch. ALSO THANK YOU FOR CALLING ME PRETTY ANON💖


“Are you going to talk to him today?” Your friend asked you as you both walked towards your last class of the day. College had been a bummer but you were getting through it towards the end, and it made you a very happy girl. What didn’t make you happy however, was your professor who wouldn’t hop off your nonexistent dick. 

“You’re fucking right I will. Failing me for no apparent reason! I work just as hard as them! Matter of fact I work harder than most of the people in that class, but yet again here we are with me needing to do good for the rest of the semester or I will fail and we only have three weeks left!” Growling you clenched your fist together, your backpack shifting against your back. You had on a black sheer see through skirt that had black guarder panties attached to it so that at least that part of your body was covered. The upper half of your body was covered with a crop top. White with a little collar around the neck and a bow, your hair up in a braided bun. Bangs pressing against your face and falling down the sides of your face. 

“He just wants to fuck. You know half of the girls want him, but yet he gives you a hard time.” Your friend sang dancing around you causing you to growl.

“Shut up, your just thirsty for dick.” You snapped back.

“His dick but he wants that tight little ass bouncing on it.” She teased patting your ass and pushing you inside of the classroom.

“Oh look, he’s all dressed up and waiting for you.” She whispered out in a quick manner moving towards her seat. You groaned looking at him and she was right. He had his glasses on his face writing on the board. A tight white T-shirt with the school logo on the front right pocket. Black dress pants that were tight on his ass and legs. Sighing softly you stomped towards your seat in the middle taking out the things you would need for that class. Usually history would be an easy thing for you to do. But under him it proved to be something much more harder than what you needed right now. 

Chewing on your lip you waited for him to start the session. He turned around, his dark eyes immediately falling on you. And there it was again, a quick flash of a smirk. His black hair with brown highlights falling into his eyes a bit. He had a good jaw structure, plump lips that were pink and ready to be kissed. He had small diamond ear rings in his ear, and another one in his nose. His arms were decorated with tattoos. He was a man that was fucking sex on legs. His eyes roamed around the room as he opened his mouth up showing his book off.

“Alright class let’s turn to page two hundred twenty two and get started.” It was a simple instruction and one that shut up the whole class. He started to teach, walking here and there basically radiating his self confidence and dominance. All the girls in the class checking him out from head to toe. Even those who wanted to seem very innocent and top of the class. Each passing moment made it harder for you to concentrate because you realized that you did find yourself having feelings for him, wanting him. How he joked, how he chuckled, hell how he talked period made you loose your mind. 

It seemed like the class dragged on for too long before he was dismissing everyone to go home for the day and giving out homework assignments. Grabbing your things you released a deep breath knowing that doom was soon to come. Heart pounding fast you started to gather your things flipping off your friend who waved and danced out of the classroom. Standing up you walked towards the teacher slowly before you were shoved out of the way.

“Excuse me. I was here first.” The little brown haired girl addressed you, a skimpy little slut who had been eyeing the man all day.

“Bitch I don’t care if your mama was here first I’m talking.” You snapped back at her shoving her with your hands. It was a lot of things you played with but your grade wasn’t one. She looked at you like you had slapped her, and bracing your hands on your hips you waited for her to say something back but Jay stepped in chuckling with his warm hand grabbing at your waist pulling you towards him. 

“I’m sorry Ms. Ahn but Y/N here needs to talk to me and you are always here. One day will be fine.” He gave a gentle smile nodding his head. 

“Alright, Ill.. Just come by later.” She bowed her head, choosing to ignore his hand gripping your waist as she walked past you shoving your shoulder and out of the room slamming the door. 

“So.. You needed to talk to me?” Jay asked you slipping his arm from your body. He moved to sit at his desk placing his chin on his knuckles waiting for you to respond, his dark eyes roaming your body without pause. 

“Well.. I need to talk about my grade.” You stated walking towards him standing in front of him placing your hands down against the desk. 

“Yes, you’re borderline passing. Why?” He asked you sitting back in his chair, and for some reason the questions pissed you off and caused your face to heat up. 

“That’s what I was about to ask you! You’re the professor you should know!” You practically shouted. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but if we take a look at some of your tests and things-”

“I do not want to look at test. I have three weeks to get my grade up! Do you know how unfair it is? To offer to look at tests but not to actually hear you say you’ll help? I work harder than most girls in here, shit my best friend is copying my work but you still pass her! Do you even pay attention? It’s like you just fuck with me well you can hop off my nonexistent dick!” You growled at him balling your fist up. 

“And you can hop on my real dick.” He replied calmly standing up running his hands through his hair taking off his glasses. 

“What? Excuse me I’m being serious here.” You shoved off your backpack crossing your arms around your chest. He looked up at you with a crooked smirk. 

“And so am I.” He stood up licking his lips. “Your grades are good, yes you have sunk under a bit on some of the tests but I see that you are here and concerned about your grades and maybe I can do some things that will help you pass. Besides you telling me someone has cheated off of you, I could fail you but that’s harsh yes? If you do some things that daddy has in mind I’m sure this can work.” He purred out softly walking from the desk. His eyes roaming your body once more he started to roll his neck. “Are you in? You’re free to say no.” He reminded you turning around to face you. And you pondered over it for a bit, whether you should indeed do this or just push yourself to work harder. But you knew that you didn’t want to do that because he was offering you a chance to fuck him something you probably wouldn’t get again or that became a rare thing because new students came in to college all the time. Puckering your pouty lips you walked towards him pressing your hand up against his chest. 

“Daddy.. I will do anything for a good grade.. You want baby girl to pass don’t you?” You asked softly lifting one of his hands up to cup your breast. Eyeing him with a lip bite. 

“Get on my desk. On your back. Strip.” You nodded your head moving from him quickly walking towards his desk, you stripped off your shirt, bra and sheer bottoms smiling because you had on no panties. You moved to sit on his desk laying on your back, your elbows pressed down against the desk as you waited for him licking over your parted lips. 

“Touch yourself for daddy.” He asked leaning back against the whiteboard. He lifted up his shirt from over his body to reveal the upper naked body he had. Great chest, a set of abs on him, more tattoos. He was a fucking sex God looking down at you like a piece of meat. Your hand slipped up to your clit rubbing it slowly you gave him a soft moan. You were already so wet, and it was quite embarrassing because he hadn’t even done anything. 

“You’re already so wet. Did daddy do this?” He asked walking up to you after a few moments of you rubbing your clit. He leaned down close licking up and down your slit before he pressed his tongue into your opening without warning moaning softly. He flicked his tongue up and down, in and out of your walls tasting you trying to stretch you out. He slurped at your insides pulling back after a few seconds of coating you with his spit. 

“Turn around baby.” He started to undo his bottoms pushing them down to his ankles. You moved to roll on your stomach, keeping your body pressed against the cold desk. Your legs spread out and bent at the knees. Jay reached his hand up slapping your left ass cheek harshly. It made a sound and jiggled for him causing a groan to slip his lips. 

“Damn baby. Your ass is amazing, I can’t want to feel my balls press against it. Look at this tight little pussy so wet and needy for daddy. You about to fucking ruin my desk, if I didn’t have manners I would fucking make you lick it up.” He growled against your ear, pressing his body against yours. He nipped at your ear reaching his arm around your neck he twisted your face towards him, kissing your lips he started to grind his dick up and down your dripping folds. He rolled his hips, coating his dick with your juices that feel out against him .Your hips shaking, legs trembling as you pressed down against him. He pulled back to bite on your bottom lip sucking on it he moaned against you before he pulled back. “Do you like it? Do you want daddy’s hard dick to pound this tight little pussy? You want daddy to fuck you like a good girl don’t you?” He asked tapping his dick against your clit causing you to whine. Nodding your head, you attempted to roll your hips back against him but he gripped at your hip with one hand, moving back he bent down to grab at a condom from his pants pocket. He ripped open the foil packet, taking out the condom he rolled it onto his shaft, watching you he lined up his dick against your entrance. 

“Say you want it. Tell me. Beg me.” He voiced out in a deep tone, his tip pressing against your clenching entrance waiting for you. 

“Yes daddy! Yes i want you to fuck me. Please I want you to bury yourself into my tight little pussy. I want you to ruin me daddy, please slap your hips against mine. I need to feel you daddy. Please fuck me.” Without another word, he slammed his hips forward both hands gripping onto both sides of your hips. You were surprised and very happy with how he filled you up. His hot flesh, slipping to the brim, the veins of his member throbbing.

Your head rolled forward, you cried out in pleasure, your hands gripping onto the desk edges as he fucked into you. He reached up to undo your braid bun grabbing at your hair he lifted your back making it arch so that he could slam deeper into you. Scooting you down the desk he pushed all his dick into you, making you take him deep. His mouth dropping open, he rolled his eyes back enjoying the feel of your wet warm walls wrapped around his dick. You were squeezing him like a vice, and he hated the fact that he needed to wear a condom but it was better safe than sorry, next time he would fuck you better. 

He kissed up your spine slowly, hips rutting against yours, his balls slapped against your ass, the wet lewd sounds bouncing off of the wall. Your breast were flopping up and down against the desk with the force of his thrusts your face twisting up in pleasure contorting with random pleas falling from your lips. The words ‘oh god’  mixed with his name and other strings of curses slipped past your lips. Jay smirked watching you, leaning over he started to lick against your neck, sucking on the skin he gave your neck dark purple marks for everyone else to see. 

One hand slipped from your hip up to your breast groping on the plump flesh. He let the other move down to your clit controlling you better he slammed you back onto him, hips circling to land against your spot he used his hips to make you feel pleasure. Your toes curling, eyes screwing shut you felt the sweat drip down your body. Your hands gripped so hard onto the same spot you thought they would loose feeling. Your stomach tightened, body writhing under him, a soft whimper grazed from your lips. 

“I’m close-” You rasped out moaning as you leaned down a bit to feel his hips hitting hard against your ass.

“Beg me to cum.” He softly moaned licking across the back of your shoulder blades. He rubbed your clit harsh and fast paced. His hips never letting up being relentless. 

“Please daddy! Please please please! Oh god Jay please let me cum daddy! I want to cum all over your dick daddy.” Your pleas had to do with just that, you couldn’t think off too much because he was rocking your world. 

“Cum baby girl.” Jay growled against your ear. He slipped into you over and over again trying to hold out because his own stomach was tightening up but he had to get you off first. Your body was shaking, little cries leaving  your lips and almost turning into screams. He had you so far gone, your pussy wrapping around his dick like a vice. In a few more thrusts you were cumming for him, falling down against the desk your mouth fell open to keep crying out his name. He groaned and continued to rub your pussy sending you into over stimulation and another orgasm as he spilled into the condom slowing his hips down to ride out your climaxes. 

Pulling out he turned your head to kiss your lips deeply slipping his tongue in your mouth to tease he pulled back winking. “I don’t kiss girls on the mouth. Make’s shit complicated.” He started making you furrow your tired eyebrows.

“But you just-” You pointed to yourself.

“You’re my baby girl who will be coming over to study and have dinner tonight. That’s different in daddy’s eyes.”

Daddy Osterfield pt.1

Purely because I had an idea and I felt like writing because everyone’s been so nice to my first imagine. So enjoy this first part in a story I am so excited to write.

Warnings: none unless you don’t like one night stands or families disowning members.

Word count: 1312.

Tagging: @misshollander1 because you supported me :)

Part 2 is here

Watching your daughter run around, a small smile presented itself on your lips. She seemed so happy, as unaware of all life’s important lessons as she chased after your Dog in the park. The little ones blue eyes blinding you, much like her fathers did on the night you met. For a second you forgot and began to remember how that night progressed.

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Competitive Edge (Jungkook x Reader)

In which Jeon Jungkook may just as well be Jeon Jung–cocky.

based off of some earlier drabbles and more or less dedicated to @fanficsandnochill (see note at bottom yo)

fluff, 6.1k words, jungkook/reader, college + rival au

You stumble along the hallway, nearly tripping over–well, nothing, in your half-asleep stupor. You stifle a yawn. Mornings, you decide, are clearly not your thing. Morning classes even less so.

“Oh, hello there.”

And as it turns out, your morning class just became even less of your thing. Way worse. You tense and turn and look at Jungkook, who smirks at you as the two of you walk through the doors.

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If there is one thing I have learned over the years, it’s that it only takes one person, one patient, one moment to change your life forever, to change your perspective, color your thinking. To force you to re-evaluate everything you think you know. To make you ask yourself the toughest questions: Do you know who you are? Do you understand what has happened to you? Do you want to live this way?
—  Cristina Yang