whispers do you feel it

“Do you really trust her so little?” he whispers.

Zen’s feels his heart stop. Did he…? Before he can complete the thought, a crushing pain blooms across his cheek and the metallic taste of copper fills his mouth.

It’s chaos after that. There are no other words for what the world descends into. Vaguely, he can hear the sound of Mitsuhide yelling, horses whinnying in panic, but they both have lost their desire for speech. It holds no purpose here anymore. Knees find ribs, fists sink into weak flesh, arms wrap around necks in an attempt to bring the other to the ground. There’s the sharp sensation of teeth digging into skin and Zen yelps, pushing Obi away, only to have his foot swept out from under him.

Obi’s on top of him in an instant, hands fisted in his collar, thighs pinning his legs down and Zen’s rigid fingers head towards Obi’s eyes a split second before the weight of the other man is dragged off of him entirely.

“I SAID STOP!” Mitsuhide roars.

Zen pushes himself up on his elbows, panting, looking across the room to where Obi limbs sprawl across the ground. He’s already pushed himself half up, body poised to fly into an attack once more.

Inktober 2017 - Day 21 - Furious

Drawing dedicated to @superhappybubbleslove

All credits go to her and her fanfiction “Ever After”
(link to this chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8585254/chapters/22394870)

… Am I the only one who keeps watching the first few seconds of this video when Niall said “fuck” in THAT voice?! I mean, he’s adorable throughout most of the video but those first few seconds… damn it.

Teasing: Ideas for the more advanced

Warning: I highly recommend you read “Teasing: A Beginner’s Guide” unless you are very experienced in the cuckold lifestyle. The following suggestions are not for everyone, even many who are experienced may find some of it offensive. Even if you don’t find all the ideas appealing, are there one or two (maybe more) you think would be hot? If so, remember, communication is key. Discuss it with your boyfriend and with your cuckold before trying any of these more advanced teasing techniques.  

Lastly, remember, just because you “force” your cuckold/husband to do certain things does not make him bisexual. It means your husband loves you so much that he’d do anything for you. Cuckolding is about the power exchange from the cuckold to the wife (to the Bull). Having your cuckold do things he would not normally do can be incredibly empowering and erotic. But remember, it should ultimately be enjoyable for everyone. 

Note: We use husband/hubby and cuckold interchangeably. 

  • Put your husband in chastity for a while. For example, while he is watching you get ready, or while he is watching you make out with your boyfriend. Do things to try and get him turned on. This will drive him nuts, since the device will prevent him from getting hard.
  • While in chastity, tie your cuckold to a chair. Before your boyfriend comes in the room, give your cuck a little sexy lap dance to turn him on - Kiss him intimately, rub him, etc. Then bring your boyfriend in and make hubby watch while you get fucked.
  • Have your cuckold and boyfriend stand on either side of you naked. Compare your cuckold’s much smaller penis (constricted in chastity) to your boyfriend’s much bigger cock. 
  • Have hubby hold your legs or pussy open so your boyfriend can have easy access. Or, if your boyfriend doesn’t mind, have your husband actually put your boyfriend’s cock in your pussy. 
  • Here’s a great babystep toward more advanced techniques: Have your boyfriend cum in your hands, and then use his cum as lube to give your husband a handjob, whispering to him until he cums. It can be especially fun if you tie/handcuff him to a chair (and maybe gag him) to prevent any objection. Most likely your husband would be disgusted by the thought of another man’s cum, but using it as lube with a good handjob will inevitably cause him to cum despite his objections, which will confuse and embarrass him like he never imagined. 
  • After your boyfriend cums in your mouth, show your husband, and then give him a long french kiss with cum still in your mouth or dripping from you lips. (If your cuckold is not ready for this step, try giving him a small taste of your boyfriend - While sucking your boyfriend’s cock, squeeze the base and try to get a drip of precum that you can then slowly lick off and show your husband. Then give him a long french kiss.)
  • Only have sex with your cuckold immediately after your boyfriend fucks you so he can feel the difference, especially how stretched out you are after your boyfriend fucks you. While doing this, whisper to him how you can barely feel him. (This works even better if your boyfriend cums inside you. Ask your cuckold what it feels like to be inside you, reminding him that that warm, wetness is what your boyfriend left behind.)
  • Get in the 69 position with your cuckold underneath you. (You’re not going to touch him, but you can lightly blow on his cock, and let your hair gently rub against his penis to keep him in agony). Have your boyfriend fuck you doggystyle while hubby licks your pussy. Not only will this torture your cuckold, but it feels amazing to be filled up with your boyfriend’s cock and at the same time have your clit licked by your cuckold’s warm wet tongue.
  • While doing the above 69 position, let your boyfriend cum inside you. After he pulls out, sit up so your pussy is over your husband’s mouth. Make him clean you up. (It will also feel really good as you kind of gently ride his face while he pleases you orally.)
  • Another technique is to give your husband a gentle handjob to keep him hard while he is “cleaning you.” Giving him a little reward like this is a good way to train him to physically enjoy an act that might otherwise disgust him. It will become like a Pavlovian response, and later you may be able to forego the reward.
  • While your boyfriend fucks you missionary, hold your husband’s head down on your belly, directly in front of your boyfriend’s cock going in and out of your pussy. After he cums inside you, tell your husband to get between your legs and “clean you up.” (Even if he doesn’t swallow it, this will still be incredibly humiliating for him.)
  • Give your cuckold ultimatums. Try to keep him turned on the entire time without cumming, and tell him you will only let him cum if he does [fill in the blank]. For example: I’ll only let you cum if you clean me up after he’s done.
Trust | Archie Andrews

Request:  Archie Andrews x reader fluffy first time smut based on 9. “I am not losing you again.” and 24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” 💗💗

24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this”

Pairings: ArchiexReader

Warnings: NSFW, first time fluff smut.

Word count: 3,102 words sorry I got carried away

Authors note: Tysm for the request, I couldn’t really think of a way to write a plot for this so it pretty much jumps right in, I also couldn’t fit the first quote into the scenes, sorry! I hope you enjoy this sorry if it isn’t the best with the smut it isn’t something that I have every wrote before and I don’t have much experience so if there is anything happening that is incorrect please tell me so I can avoid it in further imagines! If you enjoy this and would like to be tagged in future posts then please just ask below or message me! :) Also please send more requests! Ef x


Writing prompts


Originally posted by riverrdxle

You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed it, you knew that he needed it so you decided to take matters into his own hands as he didn’t want to scare you into thinking that it was all he cared about in your relationship.

Archie had been patient. He hadn’t pressured you or tried to guilt you into having sex with him. If you were completely naive, you’d assume he had no problem with not having sex (though his showers had gotten longer lately and you weren’t stupid). Overall, he was very understanding that you were still a virgin and you weren’t ready.

But now you were ready.

“Are you sure?” Archie asked you for the billionth time as he hovered over you.

You rolled your eyes. It was cute the first few times, knowing that he wanted to make sure that you were ready and weren’t feeling pressured. But now you were just getting kind of sick of it. “Archie?” you whispered. He raised his eyebrows and you took that as your chance to flip the two of you over, you straddling his hips. “You’re the only person I trust enough to do this, I’m ready.”

He chuckled as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, sliding your hands down his bare torso. You pulled away from his mouth and focused on unbuttoning his jeans. But you were nervous and your fingers were shaky and you were struggling. “Baby,” he cooed, his hands finding your cheeks and making you look at him. “It’s just me, okay? I’m the same idiot you’ve been dating for eight months now, there’s no need to be nervous.”

You took a deep breath, nodding. He gave you a gentle smile before dropping his hands and letting you get back to work. Finally, you were able to unbutton his jeans and pull them down when he lifted his hips. You threw them to the side and then pulled your own shirt over your head, fighting the urge to cover yourself. It wasn’t like he’d never seen you in your bra before but this was different.

Before you could do anything else, Archie had flipped the two of you again. He settled between your legs, one arm holding him up and the other hand resting beneath your jawline. “You’re beautiful,” he told you, staring into your eyes. You blushed, biting your lip as his hand traveled down. Slowly; along your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.

It gave you goosebumps but you couldn’t ignore the shakiness of his hands. You forced out a laugh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you were nervous too,” you said.

He rested his hand on your hip, his thumb running along the bone. “I’m not,” he defended but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “It’s just- it’s your first time. And you’ve decided you want it to be with me and I-” He sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder as he exhaled deeply. “What if I hurt you? What if I make this horrible for you and I just ruin everything?”

You ran your finger through his hair, tugging lightly so he’d lift his head. “You’re not going to ruin anything, okay?” you assured. “I trust you and I know you’re not going to hurt me.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before chuckling nervously. “This is backwards, isn’t it? You shouldn’t be consoling me,” he commented.

“Archie? Just shut up and kiss me.”

He obliged, pressing his lips to yours with force. His fingers worked your shorts, unbuttoning them and then struggling with the zipper. You heard a popping noise, causing him to pull away. “Oops,” he said bashfully, his cheeks turning pink as he held your broken zipper between his fingers.

You giggled, telling him it’s okay and urging him to pull your shorts off, along with your underwear. “Tell me if something hurts or even if you just don’t like it, okay? I want this to be good for you,” he told you seriously, gazing into your eyes as his fingers lightly brushed your folds.

You nodded and he lowered his head to your neck, pressing kisses along your skin as his middle finger met your clit, slowly beginning to draw circles. “Oh,” you sighed, your lower region tingling.

He raised his head, looking at you with boyish pride as he bit his lip. “Is that okay?” he asked, adding a bit more pressure.

“It’s way more than okay,” you admitted.

He grinned. “Good,” he said. He continued for a few more seconds before lowering his fingers to your entrance, dipping his finger in and you swore you heard a noise from the bad of his throat. “I’m gonna add a finger now, okay?”

You nodded, bracing yourself for the pain but once he did it, you didn’t feel any pain. It was a foreign feeling - and didn’t feel nearly as good as what he was doing before - but it didn’t hurt. “That doesn’t real- oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling his finger hit a spot that caused a bolt of pleasure to shoot through you.

The amount of pride on Archie’s face was unbelievable. “Right there?” he asked, hitting that spot again and causing you to clench your legs on his waist. “Relax, Y/N,” he instructed but there was a bit of amusement in his voice. “I’m gonna add another finger. Let me know if it hurts.”

He pulled out and you missed the feeling, before he pushed back into you with both fingers, immediately hitting that spot again and making you grip the bed sheets as you moaned. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, your eyes falling shut.

“I want you to come before we actually do this, hopefully it’ll make it easier for you,” he said, his fingers slowing down. “And to make that happen, I’m gonna try something, alright?”

You nodded, curious. But when he began lowering himself down your body, you panicked. “Um, wait!” you said, grabbing his hair to stop him. You must’ve pulled a little too hard because you heard him yelp. You let go, your cheeks heating up. “Sorry,” you apologized.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I- um, I’ve never had, uh, that done to me and just- you don’t really have to do that, you know?”

Archie bit the inside of his cheek, trying to fight the smile. You were just so damn innocent. “I don’t have to, I want to. Like I said, I want to make you feel as good as possible,” he explained. “But if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

“I’m just really nervous,” you said, letting out a big breath.

“I know,” he said, squeezing your hip reassuringly. “I’m a lot more nervous than I thought I’d be, too. But I’d really like to take care of you.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. “Okay,” you said.

He grinned, pressing a kiss next to your belly button before he continued to his destination. He slowly pushed two fingers back into you, staring up at you to gauge your reaction. He curled his fingers and heard a little gasp come from your lips, making him grin. Not taking his eyes off of you, he lowered his mouth to your clit, gently sucking.

“Archie!” you gasped, your hands finding his hair as you clenched your thighs. Pleased by your reaction, he sucked a little rougher, his tongue playing with your clit. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding it to the bed as he quickened his fingers. “Archie, I think I’m-” you cut yourself off with a moan.

He knew you were close. “Shh, I know,” he cooed. Curling his fingers one last time, he felt you tighten around his fingers before you cried out, your body convulsing around his fingers. He kept with the pace but watched you in amazement. Seeing you come was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen, hands down. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he asked once you’d come down, wiping his fingers on his boxers instead of with his mouth like he wanted to. He didn’t want to freak you out.

“That was great, thank you,” you told him, your eyes falling shut.

He giggled, kissing your forehead as he watched you relax in pure bliss. “We can stop here, you know,” he reminded you.

“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” you pointed out, glancing at his boner, dying to get out of his boxers.

His cheeks turned pink. “I want whatever you want,” he answered.

“Smooth, Arch,” you commented. You fingered the hem of his boxers, slipping your hand inside and grabbing his cock, pumping slowly the way you read about. “I want this.”

He exhaled through his nose, burying his face in your neck. He loved how soft your hand was and how firm you held him - it felt amazing but he could sense that you were still nervous, unsure about what you were doing. “That feels really good,” he whispered, leaving a slow kiss on your neck.

“You’re not just lying to me so I’ll feel better, are you?” you asked nervously, a small bit of happiness forming in your stomach.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Baby, you’re gripping the proof,” he said. “Really good is actually an understatement.”

“Oh,” you replied, swearing that your face was going to turn permanently red.

He let it continue for a little bit longer before he let out a whimper, his hand finding yours over his boxers and stopping you. “You have to stop that,” he instructed.

“Why?” you asked, eyes wide in fear that you did something wrong. He raised an eyebrow and it took you a few moments to realize the reason. “Oh.”

“Yeah,”He replied with a small chuckle. Now that he was ready to burst any second, they only had two ways to go with this. No more stalling. Archie felt his heart bang in his chest, butterflies filling his stomach. “It’s your call now.”

You stared into his Hazel eyes, darker than usual. His ginger hair was matted against his forehead, his lips pink and plump against his flushed, olive skin. He had nothing but love and adoration playing in his features and you knew. You knew you loved this boy and made no mistake deciding that you want him to be your first. “I want these off,” you said, pulling your hand out of his boxers and tugging at the fabric. You kept your voice strong because, even though you were nervous, you knew he’d treat you right.

He swallowed, nodding and let you push them down his legs as far as you could, until he just kicked them off. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing the box he kept there and pulling out a condom. He opened it with his teeth, putting it on slowly. He licked his lips, using one hand to make sure you were still wet enough. Dipping his fingers into you, he found that you were. “God, you’re still so fucking wet,” he mumbled without thought. He heard you let out a little giggle and his eyes widened, realizing he’d said it out loud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he apologized. He’d been doing his best to refrain himself so he didn’t freak you out and he’d been doing a great job until them.

“It’s okay,” you assured, finding yourself even more turned on by his vocalization.

“Are you ready?” he asked. He knew you physically were but that meant nothing if you weren’t mentally there. You nodded but that wasn’t enough. “I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you’re ready and you want this.”

“I want this more than anything, Archie” you told him, not even blinking an eye as you met his gaze.

He searched for any sign of doubt or anything that could be a danger sign. Half of him was hoping you’d back out; it was less pressure. He could continue taking half hour showers so he could jack off to thought of you and he’d have to worry about nothing. All he could think about was doing this and losing control and hurting you or doing something that made you regret it and break up with him and he couldn’t stand the thought of that.

But he found nothing but honesty. Honesty and love and that made even more butterflies fill his stomach. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. I’m gonna go slow but don’t let me hurt you. If you don’t-”

“I know, Arch. If I don’t like it, tell you and you’ll stop,” you recited. “You’re almost as nervous as I am.”

He scoffed, resisting the urge to tell you that he was pretty sure he was more nervous. He laced his fingers with yours holding your intertwined hands on the bed by your head while he free hand guided himself to you. He breathed in before pushing in slowly, feeling himself get even harder at the sight of him disappearing inside of you.

He moved his eyes to meet yours, waiting for any sign of pain but he only saw a thoughtful look as he was halfway inside of you. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

You pursed your lips and he fought the urge to kiss them. “No, it just feels… weird. Like I’ve never had a penis inside me before,” you blurted out without thinking.

Archie couldn’t hold in his laughter. He laughed loudly and comfortably, resting his forehead on yours once he calmed down. He brushed his thumb along your darkened cheeks. “You’re so fucking cute,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours. “I’m gonna go the rest of the way now, okay?”

Your eyes widened. “You’re not all the way in yet?” you asked, swearing that you felt full enough as it was.

The boy beamed, his ego growing by the second. “Remember, let me know if it hurts,” he reminded before slowly pushing in the rest of the way. You gasped, your hand squeezing his. He paused. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “A little but it just… like I said, it’s a new feeling.”

Now that he was all the way in, he decided to give her a few moments to adjust. “I’m really glad you let me be your first,” Archie admitted, trying to distract you from whatever non positive feeling you felt. “It scared me at first but I’m glad I’m the one that gets to take care of you for this.”

You smiled, closing the few inches between the two of you and kissing him, slowly moving your lips together. It was slow and deep and passionate and full of love. You pulled away first. “You can move now,” you whispered.

He nodded, slowly pulling out a suppressing a groan. He’d missed how good it felt when he pushed inside, too distracted by your well being to feel it, but he definitely felt it - felt you - when he pulled out. You were so tight and warm and he knew he needed to be careful before he lost himself.

He went slow, rocking in and out of you. It began to feel better but you weren’t expecting to come, knowing it wasn’t likely that you’d come your first time.

He sped up a bit and was biting his lip, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He angled his hips a little differently, hitting a spot that made you gasp loudly and he froze. “What happened? What’d I do?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Nothing, that just felt really good,” you told him, surprised.

A slow grin formed on his lips. “Where was it?” he asked, beginning to move his hips again.

It took a few seconds but he finally hit the spot again. “Right there?”

“Yeah,” you gasped out.

He nodded, a whole new level of determination in him. He held off his orgasm, focusing on trying to get you to come. He knew the chances were slim but he was gonna try until he couldn’t hold off anymore.

Your legs wrapped around his waist

And your hand had left his, instead gripping the sheets. You felt the knot forming in your stomach again, your breath shallowing. Achie felt you quivering around him. “Are you close?” he asked gruffly.

You nodded. “Yeah, I think so,” you said.

“Me too,” he responded, burying his face in your neck and leaving sloppy kisses. “Just let go.”

You nodded and it took a few more thrusts before your hands flew to his hair, your nail scraping his scalp as you cried out, seeing stars. It wasn’t as powerful as your first one but it felt just as good.

As you came down, you felt Archie’s thrusts get sloppier. You tried moving your hips to meet his thrusts but you weren’t even sure what you were doing, so you gave up. You grabbed his face, trying to kiss him but he stilled inside of you, his forehead falling to yours. His eyelids lowered and his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving his throat as he filled the condom.

He almost fell on top of you, but thought otherwise the last second and fell beside you. He took off the condom, tossing it away before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and laid down beside you again, cleaning you up the best he could. He fought his smile when you twitched a little, still sensitive from your orgasm.

“So you don’t regret it?” He questioned, bringing the blanket over the two of you. He pulled you to him, you resting your head on his chest.

“Not at all,” you answered honestly. “Though, I might later when I wake up sore,” you joked.

He chuckled. “What do you wanna do now?” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair.

“A nap sounds amazing,” you admitted with a tired giggle.

“I love you Archie” You made sure the boy was aware of just how strong your feelings were for him.

“I love you too, Y/N” he replied. It wasn’t long before he heard your soft snores and he was able to be as giddy as he wants, glad that you finally trusted him enough to be with him.

Hopefully this was good enough for you guys, please please please leave more requests because I really enjoy writing, I will do all characters from Riverdale and all characters from Teen Wolf c:

anonymous asked:

heyyy i found out your blog like yesterday and i've already read literally everything omg everything's so good ❤ hahaha so i was wondering if you could do bts reaction to you calling them daddy on accident but a little (or a lot as u wish lmao) more... smutty? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Of course baby:) And this will be Smut. Full Smut Im not sorry.

Also Im pointing at one of you. You know who you are and you know what I’m about to do.


All you were doing was sitting on the counter waiting for him to finish cooking for the two of you. It was cliche and mushy but you did love watching him cook, it humanized him in a way that made you feel comforted. Still, you were there minding your own business scrolling through your phone when all of the sudden it was plucked from your hands as Jin placed himself between your knees. You smile and hooked your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. Kissing you, he let his warm fingers trail up your back and you smiled against his lips; It was cute how cooking always seemed to make him horny. He had you now pinned against the cabinets, kissing feverishly at your neck and not caring about the marks he was leaving. ‘Ah, Daddy.’ You barley breathed, eyes snapping open when you realized what you had said. He’d look at you and smiled again, its just this time his smile was full of humor. ‘Did you just call me daddy?’ He’d say letting you sit back up. When you smirked, not wanting to put an end to that he started, he looked at you amused letting you push him backward till he hit the fridge. ‘Mhmm, does that turn you on, daddy?’ you asked in a fake sexy voice making him laugh and spin you around till you were the one against the fridge. 


Half asleep you could feel Yoongi moving off the bed. You groaned rolling over to see the time 3:30 am ‘Daddy, where are you going?” You’d say, still naked from the fornication that had happened just a few hours before. ‘Well Yoongi was going to go meet Namjoon a little before rehearsal, but I think Daddy will just stay here with you instead.” He’d say with a smug smile on his face before making his way back up the bed by kissing every inch of your now exposed body. He’d wrap his arms around your waist causing your back to arch slightly and press tighter to his bare chest. He’d wake you up by teasing your chest and letting his tongue graze your cold skin. Buy time he made it back up to you mouth he kissed you deeply, groaning when you intertwined your fingers in your hair. ‘Tell daddy what you want him to do.’ He’d whisper just loud enough for you to hear, the feeling of his voice against your skin making your tremble in response. 


You were exhausted but he was horny. You knew the moment you felt his lips on your temple wake you up from the nap you had started close to two hours ago. Still, you found it very hard to resist him so without saying anything you lifted your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you so he was on one knee and his face was bending down to feel his hungry lips. You let out a gasp breath as his chest rested on yours, the feeling of him pressed against you making you fully wake up. Biting his lip was the turning point and he took no time in lifting you off of the couch. The moment your feet hit the ground he was pushing you backwards till you were pressed against the large sliding window that led out to your balcony, hands now desperately pulling all of your clothing off. You grabbed onto his and started tugging, not caring for the separation that happened when he rocked back to let you pull the shirt over his head. His lips were on your neck trailing down your chest, teasing your erect nipples for a second before he continued down your stomach. He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder as he knelt in front of you and wasn’t even able to fully press his lips against your core be fore a soft shaky ‘daddy please.’ escaped your lips. He didnt look up to you but you could feel the dangerous smirk that met his lips against your skin. ‘thats right baby girl, daddy is here to take care of you.’ he’d say before diving into you until you were a shaking moaning mess on top of him.


Brining him food to the studio  on late nights was basically a tradition of yours, and today was no different. You were still giddy and walking tenderly from the night before. All the two of you wanted to do was be close to one another. ‘daddy i brought food!’ You said walking in and closing the door before you even looked over to see him. ‘Daddy?’ you heard an amused voice say that wasn’t Hoseoks. Your cheeks flushed at the sight of Yoongi sitting next to a  smirking Hobi. You stuttered and look frantically around the room, you didnt mean to call him daddy its just the night before… ‘Since you two have food I’m going to go grab some for myself.’ Yoongi said standing up and walking past you, a sly smirk still on his lips. You stepped back after watching Yoongi walk out the door, Hoseok had quietly glided across the floor over to you. ‘So, were still playing that?” He’d said before pulling you in closer and planting a hot, heavy kiss on you. You were lucky he had reached for the food since the shock of how deep he was kissing you made your hands stop working. He pulled you out of view from the small rectangular window and pushed you up against the wall, never breaking the contact between the two of you and forgetting all about the food that sat cooling on the floor. 


You thought there was enough tim between the time you got home from work and the time Jimin got home to shower and start dinner. You usually didnt take your time in the shower, but today was a little different. You had gotten distracted by the thought of Jimin, thinking about all of the things you two could do if he wasn’t to tired. The sound of the bathroom door opening startled you but turning to see Jimin standing there with a sweet smile made you relax ‘Ah, daddy you scared me.’ You said laughing before turning back to the hot water. It didnt even register what it was you had said until the shower door was opening and Jimin was pulling you closer so your back was up against his chest. ‘Daddy would like to join you.’ He whispered into your ear sending chills down your spine. His lips instantly met your shoulder up your neck. You turned around and hardly had time to inhale before his lips were crashing to yours and the cold tile of the shower was now being pressed against your back. There was no holding back with Jimin and time with him wasn’t time waisted. Just like it didnt take long for him to start kissing on you it took almost even less time for you to be a moaning, shaking mess around him. ‘Do you like it when daddy does it like that baby?’


All Tae wanted to to was cuddle with you, his needy whimpers as he tugged at your arm and goofily flicked his leg over you making you chuckle and look up at your book. ‘Daddy, not now let me finish this chapter.’ You’d say looking down at the page. ‘Daddy?’ He’d say sitting up on his heels. You looked up at him not even realizing that was what you called him, but you knew as he reached for your book there was no point in trying to fight it. He placed your book face down beside you before crawling up your body. His mouth met yours softly at first, but only for a second before he feverishly continued. He wouldn’t move fast but he wouldn’t move slow. In a blink of an eye you were laying naked on top of him as his hands caressed your naked thighs, squeezing every time the muscle in your thigh relaxed. ‘Say it one more time.’ He’d say panting as you rode him quickly. ‘d-daddyy.’ you moaned. He flipped you over and continued to pleasure you, asking you to repeat it over and over again. 


All you were trying to do was study, but you had been studying for the past week non stop and Jungkook was getting restless. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, placing kisses along  your neck. ‘daddy stop, i need to focus.’ you said raising your shoulder to try and get him off of you, but the little word that slipped off of your tongue meant there was no getting out of anything now. He pulled the leg of the chair you were in causing it to spin towards you. With strong hands gripping to each of the arms of the chair he bent till his face was level with yours. ‘daddy needs his baby’s help right now though.’ He’d say, mocking the pet talk. You wouldn’t even have a chance to respond before his lips were crashing against yours and the pen in your hand hit the floor with a light thud. He wouldn’t care that you were still in the chair, he’d lift it off the ground, then dropping it to catch you so he could walk you into the bedroom. He’d lay you on the bed and strip for you before making his way on you to remove you of the clothing that still sat in-between you. You’d let him do what ever he wanted, following all of his instructions to include calling him Daddy as he pounded you both to orgasm. 

Big Weekend || Dan Howell

A/N: this imagine was requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again! I really like the idea. yeeah body positivity!! btw I added an about me page to my bio in case you want to check it out!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by constantlymyself

The sky was cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.

“I can’t wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was just so loud.

I smiled at Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.

“You are cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.

His dimples were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music festival.

Dan surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes, especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently waiting for them.

Although Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.

For a second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.

I started singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able to stop myself from moving and dancing.

“You are damn beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.

I only now realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.

As one of the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and then.

After the ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my favourite band member’s every move.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height difference between us.

Dan was by far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.

“You could sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.

“Dan, everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda liked the idea.

“Enter the world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I had to admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.

“Okay, but if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t really have much convincing to do.

He bent down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra stabilization.

Dan and I were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

Just as the song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s drummer and my favourite member.

“Listen everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders? I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.

Everybody who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had just called me pretty!

The heat rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old fangirling self again.  

“O my god he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.

“Because you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.

I pecked his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never before had I heard such high-pitched screams.

A few teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down his forehead.  

“Damn I forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.

I was still jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert to concentrate on where I was going.  

“I can’t believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.

“Mhm” Dan mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.

Back in the hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of water I was back to normal.

Since Dan and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting body warmth.

I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked his pink lips.

With a grin, I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.

“I am never too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.

As soon as those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after. He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.

“Am I hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.

I broke the kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?

“Why would you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking up at him.

“I thought I crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Daaann-“ I trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.

He got off me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.

“I- I’m just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that he was uncomfortable.

“You are way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.

“That’s not what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.

“No.” He whispered and slowly shook his head.

“Why do you suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his biceps, taking in his beauty.

He seemed to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I just, I don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop in the middle of his sentence.

He grew all silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he was?

“You are not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier totally gave him away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.  

I cupped Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take in every single word.

Dan blushed and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.

“It’s not just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest and neck, straddling him again.


Summary: A series of firsts; Betty and Jughead explore the steamy side of being a couple.

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(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)

 La Petite Mort - 1. Innocence Lost

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor

Love is all, all my soul

You’re my playground love

A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the princess-like double bed at the center of the room.  They are in their own world of first time loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.

Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even his own name.

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anonymous asked:

could you do tom and prompt number 26? it can be a drabble or a one shot or whatever you wanna do


#26 “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” “Yes we can.”

Camping | One shot

I had intentions of making these prompts little drabbles but clearly I got carried away and this ended up being like 1,300 words 🤷🏻 I had fun writing this one, I hope u enjoy!!

Originally posted by cuddle-porn

Tom crept along the outside of the tent, using the dimmed light of his phone screen to see the ground in front of him to avoid stepping on sticks, or anything else that would create enough noise to draw attention to him.

He had brought his girl camping with him and his friends from “Spiderman: Homecoming” under one condition – no, demand – that they were forbidden to share a tent. He and his girl had a bad habit of getting it on any chance they could, no matter how thin the walls were.

Or if they were made of nylon canvas.

“Who knows what kind of animals they’ll draw in with all that moaning?” Jacob had joked earlier that day, earning a bruise in the arm courtesy of a blushing Tom.

Hidden in a shroud of darkness, he pocketed his phone and gently tugged on the zipper enclosure to the tent where his girl slept. She had opted to set up her tent farthest from the campfire, claiming she would sleep better without the light or chatter to keep her awake, but gave Tom a wink and a look that said it was an invitation for him to sneak over when their friends had gone to sleep.

But he had lied awake in his tent for what felt like ages, listening to Jacob, Zendaya and Tony talking and cackling amongst each other while the tent he was pitching in his own pants was becoming even more unbearable.

Poking his head into the tent, his gaze fell on the body of his girlfriend. Her sleeping bag was rolled down enough to expose her upper body, her arms resting above her head. Her shirt was pulled up enough to expose her midriff and Tom bit his lip, palming his member through the fabric of his pajama pants.

Carefully closing the entrance to the tent, he moved over her, pressing his mouth to the soft skin of her stomach. Slowly moving up to her chest, his fingers crept under the fabric of her shirt and she began to stir. Rolling his thumbs over her nipples (he was pleasantly surprised to see she hadn’t worn a bra to bed) he began pressing kisses up and down her neck, pulling her out of her slumber. She sighed dreamily in his ear as he began lightly sucking on her neck.

“Looks like someone decided to fall asleep on me,” he chuckled.

“You took too long,” she grinned, leaning up to plant a kiss on his neck.

Resting on his side, he trailed a hand up and down her body, slipping his hand down the front of her panties and pressing his forefinger to her clit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, and gripped his forearm as he began rubbing slow circles over the sensitive bud of nerves. She was already wet for him, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Sliding a finger inside her, he resumed sucking on her neck as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her. Throwing her leg over his hip to give him better access to her, she felt his hardness poking against her core through his pants and groaned a tad louder in her pleasure. She felt Tom’s lips move from her neck to the shell of her ear.

“If you can’t be quiet then I’ll have to stop, darling.” He murmured.

“Sorry,” she bit her lip.

Hooking his thumb into the waistline of her panties, he yanked the delicate fabric down her thighs and she kicked them off. Sliding a free hand down the front of his trousers, she rubbed up and down his length and he let out a low groan at the contact.

“If you can’t be quiet then I’ll have to stop, darling.” She mimicked in her fake British accent. He rolled his eyes and yanked her leg back over his hip, slipping two fingers inside her and pumping faster. Her head fell back as she began lazily moving her hand up and down his cock, working him up but not enough bring him close to an orgasm.

Impatient and paranoid at the thought of being caught before getting any sort of relief, he pulled out of her and pulled his pants down enough to free his aching member. Pulling her hips closer, he began teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, eliciting a small whimper from her. Slowly pushing himself inside, he sighed softly and felt himself relaxing as he began slowly rocking his hips towards hers. Wrapping his arm around her, he fucked her at an unbearably slow pace, trying to maintain their cover under the sound of the crickets outside the tent.

Gripping her thigh, he buried his face in her neck as he began thrusting harder, trying to muffle his labored breathing. Biting her lip, she fought the moan in her throat, tasting blood inside her mouth. Adjusting her hips, he thrusted deeper inside her and she let out a loud gasp as he found her sweet spot. His hand shot up to cover her mouth, whispering a small “shhh” as he continued hitting the same spot repeatedly.

Tightening her grip on his arms, she began to squirm against him as she felt warmth pooling in her core.

“T-Tom,” she rasped. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“I can tell,” he groaned into her neck, “You’re awful at keeping your moaning to a minimum.”

Turning her head and narrowing her eyes at him through the dark, she clenched herself around his cock, pulling an even louder groan out of him.

“And you aren’t just as bad?” she snickered.

“Shhh love,” he pleaded. “Someone’s going to hear us.” 

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” she panted, feeling herself lose control as her orgasm began building. A voice rang out over their poor attempts at muffling their breathing and the gentle noises of her sleeping bag material shifting underneath them.

“Yes we can.”

Tom’s hips immediately froze against her and she swore she could feel the heat rushing to his face, and she covered hers with her hands in embarrassment.

“Annnnnd that’s why I’m sharing a tent with Laura,” came Zendaya’s voice from beyond the flimsy fabric of the tent. Her comment was followed by more cackling from Jacob and Tony.

“Dammit,” Tom mumbled into the crook of her neck. She tossed her head back in laughter, surrendering to the teasing and humiliation they’d soon endure from their friends in the morning. Pulling her leg from Tom, she began pulling herself off him when his arm tightened around her, keeping her body flush against his.

“Tom what are you doing?” she whispered, feeling him re-entering her.

“We’ve already been caught love,” he murmured. “Might as well go ahead and finish.”

“Please, you’re just saying that because you can’t bear to walk back to your tent and finish yourself off,” she smirked, snaking an arm up around his neck.

He returned to fucking her, pushing himself deeper inside her and sliding his hand down to rub her clit. Her walls clamped down on him and pushed him over the edge and he sunk his teeth into her neck to stifle the sound of him coming. Covering her mouth, she bit down on one of her fingers and exhaled sharply through her nose, doing a slightly better job than he was at concealing her moans.

He spent the rest of the night in his girl’s tent, spooning her and playing with her hair until she fell asleep. In the morning, they’d come to breakfast around the campfire and be greeted with giggles and raised eyebrows from their friends, and Jacob would get another punch in the arm from Tom when he jokingly asked if any strange animals visited them during the night.

“Worth it,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling into her before falling asleep. 

Days of the week: Saturday (smut)

Words: 1240

Warning: Smut, REALLY SMUTTY.

BTS x Reader

A/N: Sorry about the hiatus :(. Here’s a gift <3

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin l Saturday - Taehyung l

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Shit” you thought.  Jimin ran back there and there you were, naked, with two guys staring at you while the other one, who you had just had sex with, was staring them.

Taehyung stopped a few centimeters away from you, leaning in to whisper on your ear as you covered yourself.

“I knew you were hot but I didn’t know you were this hot” he said, his voice darker than ever, “I wanna fuck the shit out of you right now”, his voice tone sent you shiver for all over your body but before you could answer, Jimin pulled him back.

“I just did it” he said, making your cheeks get pink. “Come on, Tae, she is tired. Your turn is tomorrow, give her some rest”. He was so fucking cute. Fuck. In one side, you actually were tired, fucked, wrecked. In other hand, you wanted to. You wanted him to take you right there and then. You looked at Jungkook, who was now standing there doing his best not to look at you. Ah… this shy boy.

“Ok, ok. But maybe you should not go home tonight, I mean, if you are ok with that. I usually get horny in middle night and… You would be perfect to fix it” Taehyung said and you wanted to scream. How could someone be that sexy? That attractive? “Plus, it is 10:35 p.m.“

"N-no I don’t want to bother you, I have my car here so I can drive back to the dorm… it is not this late” you said.

He kept there, staring at you. Well, fuck it.

You could just nod. Nod harshly.

“I insist you sleep in my bed. Please” he murmured, making the cutest aegyo you had ever seen.

“Ok” you whispered, avoiding those eyes, recalling you were still naked.

“You must be hungry. Jin probably let some food done. Let’s eat?” Jimin asked.

“Are the guys going to be out all night?” You asked.

 You were now in the same bedroom you had already been before. You looked at the bed and recalled the memories. Hm…

 You weren’t alone. Taehyung was there with you. Jimin and Jungkook had gone to sleep and so had you both. The door was locked and you were in your underwear and a hoodie only - one more for your collection. Taehyung was staring at your half naked body as if you were a prey.

He was only in his boxers, his cute belly calling your attention.

You were getting nervous. You looked at the clock. Saturday. Midnight.

You were gonna have a big night.

“Do not worry; I’m not touching you right now. I know you are tired because of this… heavy week, and I have other plans for you” he said, chuckling maliciously. Fuck… plans?

“You like cuddles?” He asked.

“I-I think so” you answered.

“Do you… wanna cuddle?” He asked, Shy-Tae appearing.

“Yes, I’d love it”

 You did lay on the bed and so did Tae. Laying on your side you gave him your back and you felt him move, soon his arm was around you hugging you.

He felt so warm. You felt so happy. You were actually cuddling with Kim Taehyung. You’d never think it.

 He snuggled closer, his nose dangerously close to your neck. He breathed in, maybe feeling your smell, but the soft touch made you jump a little. He smiled at your reaction and held you closer, his hand brushing your belly under the hoodie while he buried his face in your hair.

Suddenly, he started singing for you. Shit fuck. That was not happening.

His voice was freaking amazing. That moment was cute. You started to wonder how sex with him would be. Maybe cute. Maybe not.

The next thing you knew, your eyes were closing.

  You were sweetly dreaming about your previous sex days when something started to pull you out from your fantasy. No. Is it morning already? Let me sleep a little more.

Your eyes snapped open. You felt something warm- and good - between your now open legs, making you wake up completely. What the fuck?

You were about to close your legs when the sight almost killed you.

There he was. Taehyung. Sucking on your clit as if he needed that to survive, eating you out, and his eyes closed.

  You coughed a little to call his attention, but once his mouth left your core, you cried out.

  “Shh. It’s not morning yet” he said and you immediately looked at the clock. 3 a.m. “As I told you, I usually get horny in middle of night. Now I’m gonna make you fix it” he said, pecked your lips. He did slide down your body till his head was between your legs, his hands on both sides of your thighs, slowly pushing your legs apart.

 You let yourself go, enjoying the sensation. His tongue was amazing; he knew what he was doing. He was sucking you good, your sensibility helping you to get wet as soon as possible.

You were becoming a moan mess and he had barely touched you. You felt you could squirm on his face, but if you were going to, you wouldn’t anymore, because he stopped his work.

 “You have 15 seconds to get completely naked” he said and started to take off his clothes. You did as he said. “Good”. He was aroused. You wanted to suck his dick. Wanted to feel his cum. But you were sure he wouldn’t let you, that he wanted to fuck you already, because you wanted too.

  He placed himself between your legs and pushed in without a warning, the stretch making you scream.

“That’s it. I want you screaming” he groaned on your ear. He took no time, thrusting inside of you, rocking against your walls, his stone dick giving you the pleasure you wanted. He started rubbing your clit with his fingertips while thrusting, his lips sucking the skin of your neck.

 “Oh my God, Tae, it feels so good” you said. Shit. The feeling of him pounding into you was driving you crazy. You wanted more, if this was possible.

 He stopped moving, making you whine.

 “On all fours” he commanded. You did quickly, missing the feeling.

 He brushed the tip of his dick against your entrance, teasing you. You pushed yourself back, trying to fit his cock inside you, and he slapped your ass cheek in answer. He leaned in, pushing the head in and pulling your hair back.

“Do you want it? Do you wanna feel it?”  he whispered on your ear.

“Huh…” you moaned. That’s all you could say. He smacked you again. You could feel your juices dripping down your thighs. He squeezed your boobs, and then slapped your pussy. You screamed in surprise. “Please, Tae. Keep fucking me”. Did I just say that?

 “As you wish” he said and pushed in. He started moving immediately, his balls slapping against you, mixing the sound with the one of his thigh smacking against yours, the erotic sounds driving both of you crazy,

 “Oh, God” you moaned. Your walls were clenching hard, and it didn’t take long for you to cum.

His hand tightened on your ass, pushing you forward, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside you, the feeling making you gasp in pleasure.

 You both collapsed against the bed. You couldn’t say anything, just enjoy the feeling.

  *knock knock knock*

Comfort Inn Ending | 3

➭ “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst/smut
wordcount: 5.5k

part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

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how do you silence the voice in your head that tells you you’re a talentless hack and everything you write is garbage asking for a friend


Anonymous said: “Hi can you do a Yoongi x reader smut/angst similar to the song Shameless by the weeknd? Where he basically uses her and it’s a super sad/dark ending for the reader? 💖 “

Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long! I hope you like it, and I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a bit. <3

EDIT: I have decided to turn this into a series! If you like sad endings, I recommend stopping after this part, 

If you would like to you can read part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Reader x Yoongi

Slight NSFW, some strong language, sad ending, idk what else to say but plz be warned

There wasn’t a reason for you to pick up your phone. 

You knew who it was, and you knew what he wanted. Yet every time, you would answer, telling yourself that this time was different, or that you were over him, or that this time, you were just coming over to tell him to stop calling you.

You called him just as often however. When you were feeling lonely, or had had one too many drinks. You had been known to leave long voice mails on his phone, one’s that he would never listen to, but he would show up the next day, pinning you against the wall because he knew exactly what you were calling about.

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Tantalizing: 08

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: No Smut, Slight Angst
Word Count: 5,281
A/N: This is my last chapter from the series, and though it doesn’t have smut and it might not satisfy all readers, I do hope you enjoyed and continue to stick around after this fic to see the others I have in store. This was my first actual series/fic to write and start here on Tumblr, and I’m glad I had such great support for it!

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i’ll take care of you: tom holland x reader

tom holland x reader

A/N: Hello there! This is my first time writing anything x reader so I hope I’ve done a good job! Hope y’all enjoy!  Based off of Tom’s video after press in Beijing where he apologized for not being able to finish meeting everyone because he was sick and the newly released bts photos of Chaos Walking.


requested: nope!

Words: 1210

Warnings: vomiting i guess? other than that, nothing!

summary: you’re staying with tom for a bit while he films in montreal, and while you’re out seeing the city, he’s at home feeling awful.

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“Tom? I’m back, love,” you called through the dark hotel room, dropping your keys and wallet on the table by the door. When you heard no response, you called his name again. “Tom?”

You made your way to the bedroom where a sliver of light shone out and cut through the shadows of the unlit hallway. You pushed the door open and heard a soft groan from the connected bathroom where a figure was curled up in a ball by the toilet.

When you stepped into the light, you found Tom bent over and shivering, vomit staining the front of his white shirt, curls plastered to his clammy forehead.

“Oh, my God Tom! What happened?” you gasped, rushing to kneel by his side.

“I’m fine, darling, don’t worry about me,” he rasped, pushing himself up so he was sitting back on his heels. He sounded congested, nose running and eyes red and watery.

“You are absolutely not fine, Thomas! Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? How did this even happen? You seemed perfectly okay this morning,” you mused, gently brushing a sweaty curl off of his pale forehead.

“I didn’t want you to worry. You actually got to go out and see the city today and I didn’t want you to have to come back and take care of me,” he explained, closing his eyes tightly to combat another wave of nausea.

“Tom, I don’t care about sightseeing if you’re sick. You should’ve called me so I could be there for you when you needed me!” you argued, moving your hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just didn’t want you to feel tied down here. Montreal is such a beautiful city and you deserved to be able to see it,” he whispered, eyes still closed.

Your heart melted as you cupped the back of his neck. “Tom, I’d never feel tied down with you. Now do you want to explain how this happened in the first place?”

“We filmed in the water today and I started to feel sick after a while so they sent me home,” he murmured, moving forward to flush the toilet then leaning his burning forehead against its cool rim.

“They had you filming in the water today? It’s barely fifty degrees out and raining! Don’t they know you get sick easily when you’re out in the cold too long?” you frowned.

“I was alright at first. I was wearing a full body suit, but they kept asking me to reshoot the same scene so I was in the water for, like, three hours,” he mumbled against the toilet lid. You started to respond when his body pitched forward of its own accord and he vomited once more in the toilet.

“Oh, my poor boy,” you murmured, rubbing soothing circles on his back as his body expelled the contents of his stomach into the gleaming white bowl. “Alright, love, let’s get you out of that shirt and into bed.” You helped him out of his shirt, pulling it gently over his head, trying your best to keep the drying vomit from touching either of you.

“If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask, Y/N,” Tom chuckled weakly, tossing the soiled shirt into the bathtub. You shoved him lightly with your shoulder, smiling lightly at his ability to joke even now.

“Shut it, Holland. And brush your teeth before bed, please,” you grinned, fanning a hand in front of your nose jokingly.

Tom smiled and picked up his toothbrush, applying toothpaste and water before starting to brush. He leaned his body against yours as you surveyed his figure in the mirror with an arm around his waist. He was pale as a sheet, his curls fighting mightily to escape his hair gel (and, apparently, winning), and his bloodshot eyes were closed as he went through the motions of brushing his teeth.

You’d known he was mentally and physically exhausted for a while, especially since they’d begun to start filming at the crack of dawn and ending well past midnight, but up until now, he’d been happy to throw himself completely into his work.

You could see that he was completely drained; he was hardly able to stand upright on his own, resting most of his weight on you as you rubbed his back slowly, making sure he didn’t fall asleep with his toothbrush in his mouth.

When he finished, you led him to the bed where you helped him pull a clean shirt over his head, and when you were done, he buried himself underneath the covers, pulling the duvet over his head until only his eyes peeked out. You turned to make your way to the door, but his hand shot out from beneath the sheets, grabbing your wrist before you got too far.

“Where’re you goin, Y/N?” he croaked, squinting up at you.

“Getting you some water and crackers, sweetheart. Do you think you can hold any food down right now?” you asked, reaching to rub a thumb over his pale cheek.

“Dunno. Wanna sleep,” he whispered, burying his head into his pillow.

“Okay, love. Don’t go to sleep until I come back with your water, though. You need to stay hydrated,” you smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his still-warm head.

When you came back, his eyes were still closed, but you knew he hadn’t fallen asleep as you’d asked. You helped him sit up and sip from the glass of cool water.

“Feeling better now?” you asked when he’d finished.

“A bit. Just wanna sleep now, though,” he smiled, pulling you into bed next to him after setting the empty glass down on the bedside table. You pushed your nose into his neck, breathing him in as you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Tom. It sucks to see you so overworked. Seriously, if you need a break, you need to take a break,” you whispered into his shirt collar.

“I know, darling. I just want to be good, you know? Someone you can be proud of who works hard and does well at his job,” he sniffed in an attempt to clear his blocked sinuses.

“I’m already proud of you, Tom. Nothing will ever change that, even if you need to take a couple of personal days once in a while,” you smiled.

“I love you so much, Y/N. You know that, right?” he murmured, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Of course I do. And I love you, darling,” you whispered, eyes beginning to feel heavy as a result of the rather taxing day you’d had.

“Thank you for taking care of me, love. I have no idea what I did to deserve you.”

“Any time, Holland,” you managed before consciousness slipped away and you were dreaming of warm arms and the soft, huffing breaths of the man beside you.


The next week, when you woke up with a tingle in the back of your throat and a nose that wouldn’t quite stop running, Tom took the day off without a second thought.

Bioware Men - The Kissing Edition (updated) (Long)

(Author’s Note: I know I haven’t gotten ALL the Bioware men, but I’m working on it! (I’m missing Sebastian, but only because I really need to go mom up and take the kids to the library.) The Men of the Inquisition will end up here eventually. Er, once I actually finish the game.

As always, major props to my betas, Galleywinter and Zeroredemption!)

Kaidan is intense; lips, hands, every sense trained on you as if memorizing you through osmosis. His hunger is leashed, contained with the ruthless control that saw him through his first tour on the Normandy. He can’t contain it for long, though - not anymore, not after all this time, and all that formidable focus is entirely tactile, entirely on the task at hand, which is making you pant and writhe and scream until he can finally let himself trust that you’re real.

* * *

Alistair is reverent, worshipful; with him, a kiss is a paean to the Maker, a thing out of time and space. Delicate, as if he’s not sure quite what to do, or if you’ll disappear if he’s too quick, too harsh, or if his hands stray. But the strong, sword-calloused hands that won’t go below your waist are trembling, and his reverent mouth quickly heats to almost clumsy hunger, as if he wants to absorb you into himself where he can safeguard you from everything that’s coming.

* * *

Carth is rusty, as if he hasn’t kissed anyone in years and isn’t too sure he should be doing it now. His kiss is angry and hard, but he’s hungry, too…. so hungry for you. His hands bite into your shoulders, and he’s trembling; you’re honestly not sure if it’s from grief or rage or desire. Maybe he doesn’t know either. His Force presence is a whirl of so many things, but it’s your name on his lips as they follow the line of your jaw, your name he groans when your hips meet and rock together.

* * *

Zevran kisses like he kills; with skill, flair, and a certain amount of showmanship. He smiles against your throat, catlike and smug, whispers charming obscenities and flatteries in that exotic Antivan accent of his, until you’re drunk on him, everything about him. But when you kiss him back, that’s when that practiced smile starts to slide off his face. That’s when his golden eyes heat, when the lean muscles under your hands tense, when you can taste honesty mingled with desire on his tongue.

*  *  *

James is tequila-flavored adrenaline when he finally lets go and just takes your mouth like he takes every other military objective, all power and purpose and driving need. His big body is hot against yours, all muscle and undeniable strength; you knew he wanted you like hell burning even before he pulls you tight into him, lean hips surging into the cradle of yours as if he’s already inside you. His kiss might everything you expected, but you never dreamed how soft his lips were, or how the velvet brush of his shorn hair against your fingers made want pool inside you, hot and liquid and quivering.

* * *

Joker Moreau is stunningly physically restrained when he kisses. But where he’s physically cautious, his mouth is anything, anything but. The things he whispers against your neck, the low, hot whispers of a lover about your skin, your scent, the feel of you, what he’s imagining doing to you, how long he’s watched you, wanting you… His commentary is all spiced with a generous helping of his trademark snark and punctuated by the kisses of a man who is truly gifted. Joker can turn a simple kiss into an act of blazing eroticism - precise, probing, mimicking everything he wants to do to you, with you, in you with just his tongue, until you’re shuddering against him, locking your fingers into the back of his pilot’s chair and moaning into his mouth in helpless surrender.

* * *

Garrus doesn’t kiss, not like a human does, but there’s something stunningly, suggestively erotic in the way his eyes hold yours as he leans down and presses his forehead to yours. He’s humming - a low, subvocal intonation that gets into the marrow of your bones and liquifies it, until his hands, his arms, the look in his unfairly blue eyes are the only things holding you up… until they’re not, and you discover that Garrus is very, very good at calibrating things other than firing algorithms.

*  *  *

Everything about Zaeed is hard lines and gravel - he’s the first to tell you his good looks were lost long ago, and he has the voice of a seasoned soldier, rough from too much battlefield smoke and way too many nights in a cigar-fumed nightclub. So it’s a complete surprise that he touches you with such care, tracing the curve of your skull, tangling your hair in his fingers as if he’s savoring the texture, leaning close to sample the scent at the hollow of your throat. The way he kisses is a surprise, too, all delicacy and finesse, and very, very thorough, until you feel like he’s mapped every nerve ending you have and is taking his sweet time about lighting them all on fire, one after another, with a lazy mastery that’s as arousing as it is irritating.

* * *

Fenris is equal parts desperation and fear. His kisses almost snarl with impatience, as if he’s been waiting years to let loose, let go. To have you. To have something in his life that’s just for him, and from the way his hands are moving over you, mapping you, that’s just what he’s thinking. Where his mouth is clumsy, his hands, all clever fingers and sharp gauntlets, are not, daring to claim every inch of you, daring you to claim him back. When you do, he growls low in his throat, and he snarls something in Arcanum that could be a curse or a prayer or a threat to the Maker not to take you away from him before he can steep himself in you, sate himself on you, bury himself so deeply in you that nothing in Thedas can untangle what the two of you have become.

* * *

Thane is decadence; leashed, lethal, and elegant, and that’s the way he kisses, too, as if a single, simple kiss is the equivalent of a hundred acts of simple carnality. His mouth, so delicately scaled and lush, is your lodestone. Your world spins around his axis as he kisses you with exquisite eroticism, committing you to memory with lips and tongue. You’re hazily aware that he could break you in a dozen ways and you’d never feel it, but you’re even more aware that he could make you erupt in a dozen more, and you’d never forget it. And neither would he.

* * *

Steve Cortez is precision, soft-spoken but devastatingly thorough in his exploration of your mouth, your jawline, your neck as you let your head fall back against the cool metal exterior of the shuttle. You can’t get your breath, you just can’t, but when you do, the air tastes like him. Like chicory coffee and determination, like love. Like home. And you can’t help it, can’t help but respond, hands streaking paths of want up his back, feeling the flex of muscle as he shudders, leans into you. You get a little equilibrium back by the time you’re cupping the back of his head, the lean planes of his cheeks, and you meet his precision with your fire. You kiss him back, letting him know with tongue and teeth and muted moans that you refuse to lose him every bit as much as he refuses to lose you.

* * *

Jacob is honesty; there’s honest admiration in his eyes as he looks at you, honest desire in the strong hands that slide from yours up to your shoulders, pulling you into a lazy, seductive dance around the cabin. Honest desire on his tongue when he finally kisses you, managing to tease, to seduce, to woo you for only a moment before honesty takes him, too, and you’re both trembling, both seeking out skin hidden by clothing, seeking to share vulnerabilities. And then it’s honesty of a different sort when you tumble to the bed, wrapped around each other as if you can each shield the other from everything outside this room.

* * *

Anders is hunger and loneliness and longing all wrapped up in a kiss that tastes faintly of lyrium and a faint, exotic tingle that can only be Fade energy. He crowds you against the wall, lean body hard against yours, trembling hands framing your face, fingers tangling in your hair as if he needs to have all of you, right here, right now, as if you’re going to be ripped away from him at any second. When you wrap your arms around him to soothe, he shudders, and his kiss changes to something dangerously erotic, all hot lips and bold tongue and aching hunger, as if this is it, this is the act entire, and he can bring you both to completion with just this….

* * *

Nathaniel is hard - hard lines, hard, sinewy muscle, hard, calloused hands on your skin, hard lips against the back of your neck, hard flesh against the curve of your backside as he presses against you. His voice is hard, too; aristocratic accent wrapping easily around base words as he whispers what he wants to do with you, wants you to feel when he does them. But for all his hard edges, he’s soft, too, and it shows in the brush of his hair against your throat as he bends to taste your collarbone, in the stroke of his tongue, warm and wet on your shoulder. His archer’s precision shows when he moves to map your spine from bottom to top with a chain of tiny kisses that leave no skin unworshipped, when his hands slide between your legs, pressing where you burn hottest for him. Your head falls back against his shoulder, and when you shudder,  so does he, and you know then what his restraint is costing him.

First Time || Peter Parker

this was inspired by JustKiddingFilm’s ‘your first time’ video. it was really interesting to watch and I just had to write something for Peter! I’ll get back to working on the requests that I’ve amassed so far a bit later, just let me indulge in this one quick story ♡♡♡♡♡

for this story, it’s set sometime in the future, where Peter and the reader are in college and are both around 21 years old. 

warnings: SMUT!!! There’s gonna be a lemon, and if you don’t like lemons then I don’t recommend that you read this !!

**don’t repost/plagiarize this plot! reblogs are fine!


When your best friend invited you and Peter to hang out with her and her boyfriend at Starbucks, you didn’t think that their conversation would go into such dangerous territory. 

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 Anon prompt: “Hi! All hail Jughead Jones. I’m in love. Anyway, could you write something where the reader is really close to Archiekins and Juggie asks Arch about how to get close to the reader? Thanks xxx”

A/N: I sure can! All hail Jughead P Jones!!

Jughead slumps down onto one of the library couches across from me, I smile stupidly at him.

“Mister Jones.” I say.

“Hey, Y//N.” He smiles at me.

Hands reach down around, fingers clawing at my sides enticing laughter from me as the unknown culprit tickles me.

“Archibald Andrews! If that’s you I swear I’ll end your existence!” I manage between laughs.

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Warnings: Swearing and smut.

A/N: Here’s part 2 to It Hurts . I hope you guys like it! 

The car ride home was you crying, Alex not knowing what to do, and your heart breaking as you thought about losing Jeff. Your brother helps you inside and you’re glad that your dad isn’t home. He would only make this worse, hounding you to find out who hurt his little girl.

“Go back to the party,” you tell Alex. “Go have fun.”

He protests, worried about you. You assure him that you’ll be fine. “I just… I just want to be alone for a little while.”

  He’s still hesitant, but finally he agrees. “Alright,” he sighs. “Call me if you need me, I mean it. I’ll come home.”

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