#im so sorry idk why i made him point at his crotch

[stormcallart]

What if All Smite wore a suit in his himbo form?! What do you think he’d go with? :0

The man does love wearing red.

#storm answers #all smite #all might #yagi toshinori #my hero academia #villain au #im so sorry idk why i made him point at his crotch #lmfao

[yanderu-deredere]

IM SORRY ISAMU IS 6'9?? ARE YOU JOKING?? THAT'S WHY HIS COCK'S SO BIG!! ITS PROPORTIONAL

anon asked: ISAMU MY LOVE WHAT 6'9 HE'S A WHOLE FOOT AND A FEW INCHES TALLER THAN ME

isamu is so big because his HEART is PROPORTIONAL u SINNERS, this is CHRISTIAN minecraft server /j

but also emmm idk im just really into shy stuttery guys that could fuck you up cus they're super big and tall and huge lmaooo so i made isamu huge. and then like i like the idea of mel being able to dom but not being the biggest in the pack so--

have fun with isamu!

isamu lowell ★ profile

pairing: gender neutral reader x isamu word count: 613

warning: size kink

Isamu let his dick flop out and it settled against your groin, the shaft warm and thick as it pressed against the crook of your upper thigh.

You shivered as you looked down at it and noticed, frighteningly enough, that the tip of it rested right below your belly button.

"Wait, 'Sa-Samu." You stuttered, leg still securely wrapped around his hips but your arms immediately pushing you into a half-sitting half-laying position.

Instead of giving you an intelligent response, he just covered his mouth with his hand and hummed, his rather wolfish eyes still staring straight down at your crotch.

Then, before you could say anything, his free hand left your waist and gripped his cock, guiding the fat head to your entrance.

Your fingers clenched the sheets underneath you, your legs unravelling from Isamu's body "I-It's not going to fit!"

With his lightning fast reflexes, Isamu's hand snapped from his mouth to your upper thigh, his fingers digging into the fat of it, his palm large and fingers wide against your skin.

Everything about him was so much bigger compared to you.

"We'll make it fit." Was his gruff answer and, without further ado, he started thrusting in with his waist.

You choked a little on your spit as he parted your entrance with the fat head of his cock. You could feel every single centimetre, pushing and pushing into you.

"Isamu!" You cried out, hips jerking and eyes wide with tears threatening to spill from the corners.

The worst part was that you didn't even know whether or not you wanted to pull away from him or push into his unrelenting cock.

Isamu, on the other hand, was uncontrollable. He looked more and more wolfish as more and more of his thick cock entered you.

His nails were definitely digging into the fat of your thigh and his hand moved from his shaft to your knee, lifting it up so he could get a better view of his cock bullying itself into you.

When, finally, the forceful push was over and you were crotch to crotch with your wonderful werewolf lover, you let out a sigh. Thankfully, nothing came up with it because, honestly, it felt like Isamu's cock rearranged your stomach to the point of pushing everything out.

Your wide eyes fluttered close in relief and, before Isamu could move, you grabbed his upper arm and hoped he knew you meant to tell him to stop for a minute, give you some time to breathe through the pain-pleasure of the delicious stretch.

Isamu didn't say anything but he didn't move either. You thought it was because he understood your silent struggling message.

You only figured out why he really wasn't moving when his hand parted from your thigh to rest against your stomach. Or, rather, a little below that, directly above your crotch.

He pressed down and you huffed, feeling infinitely more stuffed than before.

Your eyes snapped open and you glared at him "Wh-What are you doing?"

Isamu didn't say anything, just dumbly continuing to stare down at your crotch. At least he stopped pressing against whatever that made you feel so full.

You looked down to see what he was so eager to stare at and, when you saw it too, your hips stuttered a little, your body squirming a bit in surprise.

There, right below your stomach, was a little chubby indent of Isamu's cock.

Isamu groaned before pressing closer to you, his crotch electrifyingly grinding against yours. He pressed a hasty kiss against your lips, his mouth practically devouring you and his teeth clashing against yours.

It would be a very long night for you indeed.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male yandere #male oc #male werewolf x reader #werewolf x reader #werewolf oc x reader #drabbles #lemony content #isamu

[lavishedinjimin]

YAY KINKY HOURS ARE OPEN!!!!!!

Can you make a scenario where Namjoon is completely stressed out, and frustrated with music and songwriting in his studio, then y/n goes under his desk between his legs, and messes around with him, and stuff, and try’s to make him feel good to relief stress, then they take it from there or sum💀

IDK I JUST LOVE YOUR WORK, SO IM JUST REQUESTING💕💓

this... THIS!!!

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You wake up in the middle of a nice sleep, flipping over to your side, expecting to cuddle your boyfriend but he's not in his usual spot. You pout, looking around the room to look for him but he isn't anywhere to be seen.

You open your phone, reading the time as your eyes squint to adjust to the bright light.

Three A.M.

Yes, Namjoon has worked late before, but not this late! Quickly, you gather all your remaining energy and make your way to his studio.

"Babe?" you say with a raspy, sleepy voice, "why are you still working? It's late."

Namjoon spins his chair around to face you, the tiredness evident in his expression. He gives you a solemn smile, "Hey," he opens his arms, and you accept his embrace. "Sorry baby, I have to finish this demo before tomorrow."

"Didn't you have all day to do it?" you pout.

"Yeah but," Namjoon runs his hands through his hair, resting his head on the backrest of his chair. "I'm so stressed the whole day, so many things were thrown to me today that I wasn't informed beforehand," he looks at you with heavy eyes, "I'm sorry I can't go to sleep early with you."

You thought of something to do to at least ease his stress, even for a little while.

"Do you want some tea?"

Namjoon replies by pointing towards his desk, "Already made one."

"Massage?"

He smiles endearingly, caressing your side, "No thank you, Y/n."

Then what does he want?

Namjoon spins around to face his monitors and equipment, resuming his work. "I'll be fine, babe. Go to sleep. You need it."

His right leg was jerking up and down beneath his desk, probably from the anxiety of missing the deadline. Until you got a plan.

You giggle while crawling underneath his desk, getting comfortable as you kneel in front of his crotch. Namjoon doesn't even notice you from how focused he was. He jumps when he feels your hand touch his knee.

"Oh my... babe!" he laughs, "what are you trying to do? I told you to sle—"

Namjoon's breath hitches up when you palm his cock beneath his cotton pants. His hips twitch, eyes fluttering shut. "B-Baby," he stutters, "Don't do this to me right now."

"Why not?" you look up at him with puppy eyes, knowing how much he likes it when you do that, "I wanna make you feel good. Relieve your stress."

He doesn't even stop you after that.

Namjoon lets you tug his pants and briefs down, licking your lips at the sight of his dick. You hum, gripping his shaft firmly as you start pumping it up and down.

"Fuck," Namjoon grunts, "you little tease."

You spit onto his cock, lubricating it to make the handjob feel better for him. You rub his tip against your lips, giving little kitten licks on his head.

His quiet groans and curses turned you on so much, making you squirm. You open your mouth, sucking on his cock with the aim of making him feel good.

"Your mouth feels so good, darling," he moans, looking down at you, "you love my cock?"

You don't respond verbally, instead, you show how much you're a slut for his cock.

Gathering your saliva in your mouth, you spit on him once more, soaking his cock while your hand spreads it all over his shaft. Wet sounds fill the entirety of his studio, smiling in awe. He completely relaxes his upper body on the chair, sinking deep into bliss.

Finally, you give him what he deserves and bob your head up and down on his dick, while your hand strokes and twists the part of his cock where you cannot reach.

Namjoon releases mantras of fucks's and oh's, bucking his hips into your mouth without realizing that you were already gagging around his cock.

"Shit, you really know how — ohh mmhngg — to please me, don't you?" he manages to say in between moans. "Keep looking up at me, yeah just like that, fuck baby, just like that."

He was entirely distracted from his work, placing his palm against your head to guide you further down his shaft. Namjoon grabs your hair into a neat ponytail, giving himself a better view of you.

"S-Stop, stop," he says after a while, "I'm about to cum."

"Why?" you ask, wiping your chin with a giggle, "You want to cum inside my pussy instead?"

Namjoon's lips slowly form into a taunting smirk, "Come up here and bounce on my cock then, you little devil."

#bts kinky hours open #namjoon smut #rm smut #bts smut drabbles #dom namjoon #namjoon oneshots

[rezzyromance]

can i request a heisenburg x reader where they take a shower together and it starts getting freaky B) idk if im aloud to add kinks but maybe praise :D

This one was written from the heart.

(CW: Sex +18)

Once again, I've written this story with a gender neutral reader until it gets to the sexual part. I am not experienced in writing any sexual scenarios for gender neutral people or people with penises. I'm very sorry for this and hope you enjoy the story anyway. "I'm not going to ask again, Karl. Will you please take a shower?" You've been pushing Karl for the last 30 minutes to take a shower. It had been so long since he took a break from his work to actually take care of himself. It worried you, so you'd often try to take care of him here and there without getting on his nerves. But now, he's being relentless and stubborn. "For the last time, (Y/N) I don't have time to shower." His tone was aggressive as he refused to look away from his work to face you. "When's the last time you change your clothes? You sweat so much during some of the shit you do to these robots, or whatever they are." "It'll all just get dirty again, so what's the point of cleaning anything?" His gross words made you shiver. You loved him, but the man had nearly no concept of personal hygiene sometimes. A small part of him did care a little bit. He didn't want you to see him as gross. He's never had someone who he's felt the need to impress or look good for until you came along. But still, his work mattered so much to him that he casted hygiene to the side more often than you'd both like to admit. "What if I joined you?" You ask. He froze in his place, nearly choking on his own tongue. But he was quick to regain his composure. He looked over at you from the chair he was sitting in. You couldn't tell due to him wearing his sunglasses, but his eyes were scanning every little detail of your face. "Well?" You cross your arms and stare at him waiting for a response. He inhaled through his nose and tried to cover his excitement with a false sense of aggravation. "Fine. As long as it gets you to shut up." He rises from his chair and you can't help but smile knowing you won the argument. "Leave your coat, hat, and gloves here. We'll clean those later." "Yeah yeah whatever." You excitedly make your way to the bathroom. You set the shower temperature to a comfortable level of heat. The room began to fill with steam. Karl stood against the wall with his arms crossed, still wanting to seem reluctant even though he already agreed to the shower. "Alright. Water's ready. Now strip." You demand with a cheeky smile. "You first." "Sorry, can't do that. I wanna make sure you actually get in the shower before I do so you can't run." This makes him roll his eyes. But, once he's done pouting he begins to remove his shirt. You do the same, hoping it will coax him into continuing. Once his shirt is off he throws it to the side and smiles once he notices you stripping as well. It doesn't take long for you both to be completely unclothed.

He pulls back the shower curtain and steps inside. "Ah! Son of a bitch! Why's the water so hot?!" he yells out and begins to twist the metal shower knobs with his powers. "I didn't make it THAT hot." You step inside and feel a shiver crawl up your skin. "Now it's too cold." You complain. "You are not making this easy, are you?" He turns the knob to warmer. As uncomfortable as it was for him before, he didn't want to hear you fuss more than you already were. "That's better." You smile and relax as the water covers your body.

You stood there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of the heat around you. For a second, you zoned out. The whole time he stood there staring at you. Seeing you so happy and at peace made his insides start to feel as hot as the water that bounced and ran down his skin. All of his own discomfort fled as he watching, lovingly, at the smile growing on your face. Your eyes began to flutter open and he quickly looked away, not wanting it to be obvious that he was staring. But, you could tell from his flushed face and wandering eyes that he had been watching you.

You had placed 2 wash clothes on the side of the tub. You bent over to grab them and again he can't help but stare. This time, his feelings are a little less innocent as he gazes upon your body in a position that drives his mind wild. "Here's a wash cloth." You rise up and turn to hand him one. His body was closer to yours than it was just a few seconds ago, but you didn't mind. "Thanks." His voice was rough and low, almost as if he spoke in a growl. You supply both rags with soap and begin to rub down your body as he does the same.

You sit back for a moment, not really putting in much effort into cleansing yourself as you were too distracted by the sight in front of you. The way his silver hair stretched and clung to his face as the water weighed it down drove you mad. The way the water trickles off his muscular arms and powerful body absolutely hypnotized you. "Having fun there, (Y/N)?" You look up from his chest to his eyes. "Sure am. And you?" You use the cloth that you were previously bathing yourself with and begin to rub across his chest. "I'm fine, but I can bathe myself." He jokes. "Are you sure about that? It looks like you missed a spot." You point to a random area on his chest. "What? Where?" He looks down to where you were pointing and you take the opportunity to place an unexpected kiss on his lips. The initial shock causes him to almost pull away at first, but he soon pushes into the kiss, making it more passionate.

Your back was now pushed against the wall as you both continued your heated kiss. He was first to slip in tongue and you followed, ignoring any drool that leaked from your mouth as it only blended in with the shower water. His hands were gripped tightly to your hips. He begins to bring his body closer to yours. You can feel something poking you before the rest of his body makes contact which causes you to smile against his lips.

You place a hand on his wet chest and slowly make your way lower and lower until you can feel the light scratchiness of his pubes. he nibbles lightly on your bottom lip, signaling for you to go even further. You follow through and reach down you grasp his hardened penis. He inhales sharply and you begin to rub it back and forth, teasing him with your soft touches. He grunted quietly and tightened his grip on your hips, digging his fingers in slightly. You whimper and wrap your fingers around his cock as you begin to jerk him off. "Fuck yeah. Just like that." He groans in your ear before placing scattered kisses on your neck. You use your free hand to reach up and tangle your fingers in his wet locks. He begins to bite down on the more tender spots on your soft neck, leaving marks all over.

After more and more stroking, he grabs your wrist and pulls it away from his crotch. "Do you want me?" He says in a husky voice directly into your ear. "Mhm." You try to not moan as you feel his hand rub down your stomach and making its way in between your legs. "Say it. Say you want me." He demands. "I want you." You gasp lightly as his fingers begin to play with you between your legs. Your knees come together and he uses one of his hands to move them apart. You wrap your arms around his neck, using him as support as your legs shake beneath you. His rough and calloused fingers toy with your clit, causing you to dig your nails into his back. This causes him to inhale through his gritted teeth, but he didn't mind.

After almost rubbing you to completion, he pulls away to torment you some more. You let out a dissatisfied groan as his hand pulls away. His smirk was as egotistical as ever. "What's wrong? You want a little more?" He places his hands on the wall with your body in-between them. He slowly began to bring his body closer to yours, trapping you against the wall. His hard dick was between your legs and resting eagerly against your pussy. He slowly rocked his body, moving his dick across your needy region. He stared into your eyes and watched the agitation grow stronger. "Having any regrets about this yet?" He holds in a chuckle. "No. But if you don't fuck me stupid then I might." "Is that an invitation?" He leans in more and places a hand on the side of your face, cupping it while his thumb played with your bottom lip. You open your mouth and lead the tip of his thumb in before slowly biting now. You didn't bite hard at all, just enough to make him pull his dick away from you and begin to position it for entry. "I'll take that as a yes, Buttercup."

With his thumb still in your mouth, he pushes the first few inches of his dick in. Your breath hitches and you accidentally bite down harder. "Bite any harder and I'll leave right now." He threatens. You immediately loosen your jaw and begin to suck lightly as he pushes more of himself into you. You moan and he pulls his thumb out but continues to hold your face in his hand as he slowly rocks his hips, giving you a little time to adjust. But, it was only a little bit of time. Once your body loosened a little bit he began to thrust. in and out, holding into your waist to keep you from slipping. The sound of wet skin slapping filled the room along with overwhelmed moans that you couldn't keep quiet.

A few grunts left his gritted teeth as he pounded into you relentlessly. "C'mere" He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from the wall and turned you so your back is facing him. He bends you over and places one of his hands underneath your stomach to provide you for support. You felt as his tip wandered around in between your legs before finding your vagina again. Once he filled you up with his dick again, he began to pound into you even harder. Both of his hands gripped tightly on each side of your waist as he pulled your entire body into him with each pound.

You felt like you could feel it in your stomach. His dick was harder than ever and you swore you could feel it throbbing and twitching inside of you. Your vision was blurred from the sheer amount of overwhelming pleasure so you closed your eyes. Your moans had become quiet little whimpers that were pushed out of you with each thrust. You feel his hand make its way through your hair as he grips a handful of it and pulls your head back slightly. "Fuck yes (Y/N).." He moans as your body limply swings against his pounding. You could feel a burning feeling growing between your legs. Your climax was near and you wanted so badly to finish. He could tell by the way your legs were trembling that you were close.

He reaches one of his hands between your legs and feels for the clit as he continued to slam into you. A loud moan escaping from your lips helped him navigate to eventually finding your sweet spot. So now he was drilling into you while also destroying your clit. You shut your eyes tight and let loose all of the swears, grunts, and moans you were holding back. His climax was approaching as well. You could hear him grunting and swearing louder and louder, occasionally saying your name. "Karl! Karl I'm gonna cum!" You cry out. He doesn't change his pace until he feels you release onto him. Your body goes completely limp as your vagina floods with your orgasm. You couldn't feel your body and your brain felt foggy.

He still had an orgasm to reach, though. So, he pulled out and made sure to keep a tight grip on you to make sure you don't collapse. You followed the motion of his movements as he turned you around and put his lips to yours as he stroked his cock. The kiss was messy, but loving. He stopped jerking himself off and grabbed you by the waist again. "Wrap your legs around me." He says. You nod, too dazed to give a verbal response. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. You also wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head against him as he sticks his dick in you again. You give no protest and close your eyes as he pounds in and out into your comfortable body that engulfed him. While you were quiet, he could still hear you moaning under your breath. He bounced your body up and down, kissing you over and over again. Once he knew his orgasm was rising, he pulled you off and came, letting it drip down his shaft and onto the wet shower floor. You were both breathless but gained a sense of comfort from feeling each others chests rise and fall.

"So," He spoke in between small gasps. "I might need to shower with you more often." You laughed softly into his shoulder, too tired to give any real reaction. He twisted the knob to the shower off with his powers. His hands never left your body as he held you against him. "Here. Sit." He sits you down on the side of the tub and grabs a towel. He softly began to rub your wet hair, attempting to dry it while you rested. You stared into his eyes as he did so. They had their usual sharpness to them, but something about him in this moment was so much more tender than his usual self. You didn't complain though. When he was done, you took the towel from him and returned the favor by drying his hair. He closed his eyes and relaxed against your gentle touch. Once you finished, you placed a kiss on his nose that immediately created a smile on his face.

"How about we go relax a little more before I get back to work." He offers. "I'd like that." You respond quietly. He wraps a towel around his waist and then wraps a towel around you before picking you up bridal style and carrying you back to the bedroom. There, you both curled up against each other and fell asleep.

#re8 #resident evil village #heisenberg x reader #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg headcanon #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg fanfic #karl heisenburg x reader

[lxngbottom]

i NEED more dominant neville!! maybe something to do with thigh riding idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Be A Good Girl. | N.L.

in which neville makes the reader ride this thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, thigh riding, some degradation, dom!nev (lmk if there are more!)

you guys....... i fucking LOVE dom!neville

(edit: omg im getting to all of your requests so late pls forgive me i’ve had a lot going on in my life lately but i’m on that grind rn)

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it was completely innocent, you see. the timing was bad, you assumed.

you and neville rarely ever fought, as he was never the one for conflict. but, the day before, you had felt like a last priority to the boy. and, maybe he didn’t mean to make you feel like that, but, he did.

so, when you two had screamed at each other for 45 minutes straight in his dorm, and you stormed out, you had decided to give him the silent treatment. and to get your mind off of things, luna had invited you to go to hogsmeade with her and harry.

harry sat in the common room patiently, waiting for your arrival. neville was there as well, because of course he had found out that you had been invited, and he was really hoping that he could try to convince you to not go, and just have a day for you two to make up for his absence the day before.

you finally came walking down the staircase, struggling to fit something into your purse as you did so. because of this, you didn’t notice the gawking stares you were getting from the most of the boys in the common room. neville stared at you, took in your outfit. a tank top due to the warm weather, and a high waisted skirt that showed off the top of your thighs deliciously. you pulled it up a bit, making neville lick his lips in hunger from how fucking sexy you looked.

but, that’s when he realized that he wasn’t the only one staring. and, the realization hit him that you were... punishing him? you? punishing him? you knew damn well that wasn’t how things worked, and on any other day, it would earn a smack on your ass cheek.

“hey, harry! ready to go?” you greeted the boy, zipping up your purse with a toothy smile. he looked you up and down, amazed at the fact that neville longbottom of all people was dating someone that looked like you.

“y-yeah! totally! let’s head out.”

neville stormed over to you, wrapping his hand around your wrist before you could go anywhere.

“we need to talk.” he demanded sternly, his jaw clenched as he witnessed harry practically eye-fucking you.

you rolled your eyes, and snatched away from him. he went to grab you again, but you stopped him with a slap to the wrist. you let out a “hmph!” and walked away with harry, and neville watched as the skirt fit perfectly around your ass.

a punishment definitely had your name written all over it for later.

—

“night, harry!” you waved, smiling at the boy. he waved back, and went up the stairs to go back to his dorm.

you did the same, relieved to finally just be able to relax. maybe, read a book before you fell asleep, or catch up on some journaling. yeah, that sounded nice.

you had a wonderful day. filled with laughs and small conversations between yourself, luna, and harry. you seemed to have completely forgotten about your boyfriend, and the argument you guys had just 24 hours before.

you entered your dorm, your head down to make sure that you locked it back when you stepped in. after your heard the sound of your door locking, you took the small cardigan off that you had brought with you, as the nighttime had made the air much chiller. you hung your purse up near the door, as that was a small system that one of your dorm mates had came up with. you kicked your shoes off, body still not facing your bed.

you went to take your tank top off, until something interrupted you.

“hm.”

the small mutter made you jump, and you turned around quickly to see who the culprit was. of course, it was neville. he sat on your bed, book in hand, and a dark look in his eyes as he stared at you,

you huffed, “what the hell are you doing here? i was changing, you know!”

he chuckled, the small laugh spiteful and low, “don’t stop on my account. it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked before, darling.”

you rolled your eyes, and stomped over towards your bed, “leave!”

he looked up at you, fake curiosity in his eyes. he slammed the book shut, and tossed it on your bedside table.

“why should i?”

you scoffed at him, “because, this is my dorm! and, i honestly don’t want to speak to you! so piss off!”

he found you adorable. your little tough act that you were trying to keep up. he knew it was only a matter of time before you would be wrapped around his finger once again, begging for him to be inside of you.

“you’re not still angry at me are you?”

he knew the answer to that. he just liked to tease you,

“yes! i’m very angry at you, neville! i was having a great day and of course... you come along to make me feel bad when you were in the wrong!”

neville grabbed your thigh as you tried to walk away, his fingers tightening on the sensitive skin, “me in the wrong? i wasn’t the one prancing around in this little skirt all day like a fucking whore.”

the statement made your stomach flutter, and you couldn’t help the blush that raised to your cheeks.

“i know what you’re playing at, petal. and, i don’t appreciate it. do you know how many guys were staring at your ass? staring at what belongs to me?”

the question made your cross your arms, “playing at? i’m not playing at anything, neville. i just wanted to feel pretty today. sorry that you’re angry that other guys find me attractive...”

that fucking attitude. oh god, you were in for it.

neville pulled you down by your wrist, settling you right on top of his lap. you felt his hard cock sticking out from his pants, just waiting to be touched. you couldn’t help but to sigh from the way it felt on your clothed clit.

“watch your fucking mouth, petal. you know i don’t like when you talk back.”

the tone in his voice made your panties dampen, and you tried to look away, avoid his intense gaze, but he quickly turned your face back by grabbing your chin,

“i saw the way harry was looking at you. you wanted him to see your pretty little ass... didn’t you?” he reached his hand up slowly, and caressed your cheek menacingly. you gulped, his dark eyes having a greater affect on you than you’d like to admit.

without warning, the hand that was settled onto the small of your back moved down swiftly, going underneath your skirt, and it came down with a harsh slap to your ass cheek. you whimpered, the burning sensation automatically kicking in.

“how many more slaps do you think you deserve, huh? cause... i think you deserve at least ten more, doll.”

you quickly shook your head, your clothed clit falling victim to his crotch. you bucked your hips up slightly, pleading for more friction.

he looked down, noticing the arousal leaking from your panties, staining his pants. he tsked and shook his head as he studied your desperate attempt to pleasure yourself,

“pretty sluts like you that like to show off don’t deserve my cock... isn’t that right, petal?” he cooed teasing, placing a single kiss on your neck.

“i—i’m sorry... please—“

“no begging. you know what’s coming.”

you sighed, knowing that no amount of pleading would lead you to get your way. you had made him mad, and you knew that there was no getting away with that.

“here’s what’s going to happen, petal. you’re going to get yourself off on my thigh. got it? and maybe... if you’re good i’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. does that sound good?”

you quickly nodded your head, the thought of riding neville’s thigh always being so fun, in the most sinful way possible.

“alright, now be a good girl and do as i say...”

neville began to position himself up against the headboard, as he was not too keen on letting you fall back onto the floor. you waited patiently as he adjusted, beginning to take your tank top off.

he watched as the straps fell, and he licked his lips when he saw your bra covered breasts. he felt his cock twitch from the mere sight of your nipples as you took your bra off, letting it fall to the floor with a small noise.

you reached for the hem of your skirt, but neville interrupted,

“no. the skirt and your panties stay on. it looks too fucking good on you.”

you wanted to protest, as if you were going to do this you wanted to be able to feel all of him. but, you really had no choice. so, you simply nodded and crawled over towards your lovely boyfriend.

he patted his thigh as a sign for you to get on, and you did so shakily, not knowing what to expect.

“move your hips, petal...” he ordered, grabbing them and starting for you, “just like that.”

instantly, that fire in your stomach a-blazed. neville watched as you bucked your hips, trying to desperately not to miss his flexed thigh on your heat. he placed small, teasing kissing along your neck, going down to your breasts, and nibbling on your nipples gently.

you gasped, all the sensations beginning to hit you at once,

“look at my pretty girl, making me so fucking hard. merlin... you’re such a slut...” he breathed out, the movements from your knee cap stimulating him. in times like this, neville almost let the dominant mask slip off, but, he knew he had to keep it on.

“nev—fuck—c-cum...” you stuttered out, that familiar knot in your got trying ever so desperately to come apart.

he chuckled lowly at your state, and the way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. “please... n—need y-your cock...”

he automatically shook his head,

“i told you, petal... dirty little sluts like you don’t get my cock... you know that already.”

you whimpered, only wanting the sensation of him inside of you, fucking you into oblivion.

as time went by, the urge to release was taking over your whole being. your thighs and hips were aching at this point, and neville as well could feel himself about to cum.

neville placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, “can’t get off, petal?” he teased, a smarmy grin on his face, “i’ll take over for you... even though you don’t deserve it.”

that’s when he held your hips once more, and flexed his thigh to his best ability. he moved you, your whimpers and moans only increasing with every feeling of friction.

“k-kiss...” you muttered, speech shaky and uneven. but, neville knew what you wanted. so, he pulled you in for a heated kiss, his tongue entering your mouth before you could even welcome it.

his cock was aching at this point, and he could feel himself about to release all in his pants.

“cum, flower. i need to feel you cum all over me like a good girl, alright?”

the tone in his voice was all you needed to let out a loud scream, and fall apart right in his arms. your thighs trembled, and neville felt your cum gather all in a pool on his pants. he as well came, a loud groan escaping his lips as your face fell into his neck.

“mhm... you make me feel so good, petal...”

#harry potter #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom smut #neville x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #neville longbottom x reader #neville x y/n #neville longbottom x y/n #smut #imagine #one shot

[katsukikiss]

JEALOUSY

JEAN x F!READER // COLLEGE AU // MINORS DNI!

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, cheating(ish?), oral m receiving, soft dom jean, face f*cking, suggestive dancing (w/connie and eren), alcohol use, reader is wayyy too flirty with others lol

Jean is a super kind and forgiving boyfriend, but what happens when you push his limits?

AN: idk wtf this is I just know I love this man and I had to write for him at some point, let me know if I should make a part two 😵‍💫

WC: 2.5k

Masterlist

The air was warm despite the sun being long gone. The summer was nearly over and classes would be starting up again soon. Obviously someone needed to throw one last hurrah before that, and your boyfriend and his friends were going to do just that. Jean was such a kind lover, and was a bit possesive in the beginning but now he was nothing but a sweetheart and kept saying how he couldn’t wait to dance with you later that night. You had known his friends for years, hanging out with them since you guys were freshmen and always staying in their shared house they had together. But their eyes would linger on you for too long, something your and your boyfriend had always noticed, but a sloppy tongue kiss or an ass grab would usually solve the issue. He trusted you, and trusted his friends for the most part…

They placed you in charge of getting drinks for the party since you always complained about the beverages they would offer. You and Sasha went together to buy some beer, seltzer and liquor. It wouldn’t be a party if there wasn’t snacks, or at least that was Sasha’s motto. You drove to one more store to pick up chips and pretzels before bringing your friend home and heading back to your boyfriends place.

You made your way up to Jeans room to finish getting ready. He was busy downstairs fixing up the basement with new LED lights since the old ones short circuited at the last party. You were probably too comfortable in his shared house, most of your clothes were here too. You undressed out of the t-shirt and shorts you were running errands in and sat on a chair in your bra and underwear. Music blasting, half naked, sitting in front of your boyfriends mirror applying makeup, you had no care in the world. You couldn’t hear the belligerent knocking on the door so they entered.

“CONNIE! GET THE FUCK OUT!” you squealed at the man who had just entered, instinctively throwing your arms over your chest, leaving your legs and panties exposed.

“MAYBE TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN AND I WOULDN’T HAVE BURSTED IN LIKE THIS” he yelled back at you, laughing at your flimsy attempt to cover yourself. You fumbled with the volume buttons on your phone before looking back at him.

“Can I help you?” you questioned, giving him the faintest tint of attitude.

“Nah, Jean asked me to grab some wire for the speakers, but I might stick around a little longer” he said with a sly smirk. Connie was never afraid to openly flirt with you, even in front of Jean, and it didn’t bother the two of you much, you knew it was all in good fun so sometimes you’d tease him back.

“Oh yeah?” you mused, removing your hands from your chest. “I dont think you’d last very long in here” His face turned bright red, as it always did when youd pretend to be interested in him. Before he could even answer Jean was barging into the room and instantly stood in between you two to cover your body from his friend.

“Find the wire?” Jean asked plainly. Connie nodded and swiftly made his way downstairs to finish setting up. Jean pressed a hand onto his door to close it before turning around to face you with a disapproving look.

“You know youre mine right? I dont need Connie doing something dumb later because you were teasing him” he growled at you. You looked up with innocent eyes and rutted your lower lip out. Your pouty face and adorable eyes made it hard for him to seriously be mad at you.

“Im sorry baby you know I was just messing around”

“Yeah yeah I know” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “hurry up though okay? People are gonna be here soon and I dont need more people seeing you like this”. You gave him a confirming nod and proceeded to finish applying your makeup, this time with the music playing a bit lower than before.

“To senior year!” Eren chanted and everyone repeated back “to senior year!” before you all downed shots of various liquors in the crammed kitchen. Jeans hand rested on your hip in a show of dominance. You were earning looks from his friends as well as some other senior guys you didn’t know. A tiny black dress was fitted to your figure, leaving very little to the imagination with the way it accentuated your curves.

“Y/N! Come dance with MEE” Sasha called out to you. You looked up at your boyfriend who nodded with a smile. He removed his hands from your body and watched you skip away to follow your friend down into the basement. He watched as a few others proceeded to make their way downstairs as well, as if they were following you.

The temperature of the basement was at least 5x hotter than the rest of the house because of all the bodies crammed into it. You were pretty drunk already, which is why the heat didn’t bother you or anyone else that much. Sasha pulled you through a sea of people to the back wall of the basement. The led lights outlined the ceiling with a purple glow that made it hard to see. You leaned onto the concrete for support because your head was spinning a bit after being bumped and pushed around while music was blaring. Your eyes attempted to refocus as you looked around for your friend.

“Stay here!!!! I will be right BACK okay?” she slurred. You lazily nodded as you watched the girl who brought you to this cave of a basement leave you alone. You scanned the dimly lit room for someone you knew, stumbling through the hoard. Two hands snaked their way onto your hips without you even noticing until your ass was aggressively pulled up against someones crotch. They forcibly swayed your hips in line with their own to the rhythm of the music. Your body stopped resisting and started to move on its own, the strangers hands no longer guiding you but rather holding on for the ride.

“Your ass feels so fuckin nice y/n” a familiar voice gruffed in your ear. You recognized it as Eren; Your body halted for a moment as you thought of your boyfriend, but he wouldn’t be mad at you right? It was all harmless fun, he was the only one that got to really have you at the end of the day. The alcohol in your system drowned out those thoughts as you bent over and shook your ass against him, his hips rutting forward to feel every little movement you were making while his hands dug into you. You heard him whisper ‘fuck’ a few times when you would throw your ass back into his groin.

When you snapped back up you felt a new pair of hands on you. The man behind you now had more rhythm in his actions, grinding his hips against you to the beat of the pop song that you could barely hear anymore. You turned your head slightly to see Connie, his eyes fixated on your gyrating curves while the rest of the men were watching. You laughed internally, faintly recalling what happened between you two earlier.

“I was waiting for my turn sexy” he whispered in your ear, his hot drunk breath making your neck feel sticky. You wrapped your arm back and hooked it around his neck while slithering up and down his body. Your vision was blurry and your head was all over the place. You could feel his bulge growing with every twist and turn you made. His hands made their way up your sides to the front of your body and onto your breasts, squeezing entirely too hard. You pulled yourself off of him instantly upon feeling his intrusive hands on your chest, it was as if the feeling snapped you out of the drunken haze you were in. You turned around to scowl at him, backing up a foot or two before you bumped into someones chest. Connies eyes left yours and looked up to the person behind you with a shred of fear. Turning to look up, you found relief in knowing it was your boyfriend. Your arms wrapped around Jean and pulled him in tightly. One hand of his rested on the top of your head but he never stopped looking at his group of friends.

“Had fun?” he growled at them. Eren walked away, annoyed that their fun was ruined. Connie hesitantly backed up before attempting to apologize over the noise. He left and made his way upstairs, fearing that if he stayed any longer Jean would really hurt him.

“What was that about?” he snapped at you. While he didn’t care if they tried to flirt with you, actually putting their hands on you was too far for him. You backed off of his chest before speaking.

“I didn’t think you’d be mad baby I’m sorryyyy, but don’t you wanna dance with mee?” you slurred. He didn’t have his usual soft expression this time and your adorable looks didn’t have any effect on him anymore.

“Not anymore, you’re coming with me” he demanded. His low tone made you weak, you knew what was coming next when he spoke to you like that. He latched onto your wrist and pulled you up the stairs, through the kitchen, pass Eren who gave you a wicked smile and wink, as if knowing exactly what was about to happen. You made your way up to his room, he scooped you up into his arms and threw you onto the bed and stood at the foot.

“I said I was sorry” you pleaded, desperation in your voice and eyes. He liked when you would beg for mercy like this, you wanted what was coming next but pretending like you didn’t was so much more fun.

“Oh I know baby, but sorry isn’t gonna cut it tonight” he hummed. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and began crawling on top of you like a lion about to devour its prey. You felt so small underneath him and his presence. You could feel the heat from his breath on your neck as he leaned closer, and he could feel the heat between your legs as you pushed your hips forward. You were waiting to feel his mouth on your neck but he pulled away and got up from the bed, your face was visibly upset.

“You know I like to make you feel good sweetheart, but I don’t think you deserve that tonight, not after what you’ve done” he said, unbuckling the belt encasing his hips. He slipped it off and let his pants fall to the floor and signaled with a finger for you to come closer. You crawled across the bed and tugged at his boxers he still had on. He lowered them a bit and allowed his long thick cock to spring out onto your lips.

You gathered saliva and spit onto him, massaging it around with your hands. You kissed the tip a few times, giving it sweet little licks before wrapping your lips around and taking him in, your behind in the air while you descended onto his cock. His hands massaged at your legs as your head bobbed in an attempt to please your man and receive his forgiveness. He pulled you off his cock by your hair and flipped you over so your back was against the bed and your head was hanging off the side. He bent down to your ear and spoke.

“I think I deserve to fuck this pretty mouth of yours, especially since you were being such a slut tonight” he whispered. You nodded, a mix of concern and kexcitement on your face; he NEVER called you names like that before, but something about it was making you feel hot; you didn’t want it to end. He stood back up, your mouth hanging open waiting for him to use. Slowly, he pushed himself in, watching you struggle and gag from the sheer depths he was reaching in that position. He wrapped two hands around your neck and began to thrust ferociously, causing several tears to fall down your cheeks. His cock was pounding into your throat that could barely accommodate.

“Your my fuckin slut, you got that?” he growled at you, his voice shaky. You tried to reply but only gurgles came out. You loved this new side of Jean you were seeing, and wondered what else you could do to get him to treat you like this again. He could feel himself in that little throat of yours against his hands, and with every thrust he could see the bulge he was creating and it drove him wild. A sweet mixture of your gagging and his mumbles and groans filled the small room. His resolve was gone as his cock began to twitch, spewing his warm white seed down your throat. He had never came in your mouth before so you were surprised when he did, you felt so full with his cock and stuffed down your throat. He dragged himself out, a string of your saliva and his seed connecting you two to eachother before snapping apart.

“Open up sweetheart, I wanna see it” he said, looking at you upside down. You opened and allowed your tongue to hang out, exposing all of the sticky white fluid coating your mouth. He admired it all for a minute before he teasingly squeezed your cheeks together and stood up.

“You can swallow now” You gulped it down and coughed a bit, your throat sore from the abuse it just endured. Jean walked over to the bathroom and filled a glass with water and grabbed you a t-shirt. He sat down on the bed beside you, you stripped yourself of the little black dress you had on and slipped into the t-shirt.

“C’mere” he pulled you by the waist into his lap, “you know I love you right? I’m sorry if I was too rough” You nodded no, and nuzzled your face into his chest, his fingers drawing little circles on your back.

“I love you too Jean” you cooed. He was always so forgiving with you, never staying mad for too long, never going too far.

“How about we make a little more noise hm? Let my boys know who you really belong to” he suggested, a primal look in his eyes. Your legs quivered at the thought of Jean making you scream, and all of his friends getting hard just listening.

“Do it, make me scream” you whispered. In one swift motion he flipped you over onto your back and grabbed your face by the jaw, towering over you again like his prey.

“Im gonna make you regret that”

#jean kirschstein #jean x reader #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot smut #eren jaeger #armin aot #aot fluff

[ms-indifferwnt]

I'm not back yet, but I did have this really, really, really good plot (in my opinion) and I wanna write it so baaaaaadddd

And I'm planning too but, but Idk if i should upload it as a fanfic or an original work (like my own characters) cause I just usually write these ideas down on paper and have them collect dust so im debating, anyway, I'll write like a preview here and you guys can vote by commenting if you want it as a fanfic or try one of my original work

Preview under cut:

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(WARNING: Cursing, Yelling, Mentions of death, alcohol, suicide and murders. Casual talking about sex and rape. Talks about the Devil and God, Heaven and Hell, Basically I made my own version of faith or I created my own religion in the story. Do not Interact if uncomfortable.

DISCLAIMER: I do not mean to offend anyone with what is written here about your faith, I completely respect you and your beliefs but this is a story and I mean no harm. I am not comfortable writing about other beliefs so I will only focus this around Catholism since I am catholic)

Title: The story of Lady Pride

Preview: You drum your fingers against the wooden table a sigh leaving your lips as the man infront of you blabbers on about faith and all that crap "Are you done?" You asked cutting him off mid speech, he looks at you offended "Sorry, You kinda get tired of listening to someone rambling on about a man who isn't even real"

"God is real" He replied, spitting venom with every word "You will live a lonely life, wothout faith"

You laughed loudly, almost falling off the chair as he stares at you in disbelief "Oh shit, sorry you were serious"

"Rude girl" He notes "Your parents must be disappointed"

"I don't have parents"

"They must be rolling over in their graves

"Asshole"

There were four people in this room and just when he was about to speak onenof the lady cops raised their hand to stop him from speaking "You seem to have an anger over God"

"Not anger, no, maybe annoyance is the right word" You shrug "Well lets be honest," You leaned forward "Lets say you, my dear" You pointed at her "Worked very, very, very hard to make something, like a sand castle for your daughter and she goes up and thanks her dad, wouldn't you be annoyed?"

"What are you saying?" She asks bored

You grin "God isn't real," You answered "nothing but the figment of a human's mind. Never understood it you know, why humans need someone stronger, better, more powerful to believe in. Its rudiculous. If God was real, humans wouldn't be here today"

"You're saying that you made us, you made the universe?"

"No" You quickly answered "If I said yes, I would be no better than your God, taking the credit for other people's work" You said spitefully "My siblings and I worked hard to create this world, our own perfect little paradise, then you humans came along"

"You hate humans?"

"Hate them? No, no, no, no, no..." You trailed off "I absolutely despise your kind. Humans were never created for good, no human is good. Humans do nothing but lie and beg and cheat, Hurt people the care about and around them, kill their own kind, their own blood, fucking rape women and men in the eyes of so many people and fo what? Film the bloody thing and then what? fuck like rabbits! Humans will sacrifice anything for the betterment of theirselves, they're selfish, masochistic, sadistic, psychotic, sosiopathic little cockroaches

The amount of times I have tried to rid of your kind from this planet is ridiculous, and yet here we are. No amouth of Pandemics or disasters can kill any of you. Hate the youngest for ever creating you"

You were cut off when the third person speaks up "I'm tired of this, God is a man. You are not"

"Mysoginistic" You added "Didn't I add that?"

The girl shrugged amused by your words

"Wait," said the fourth one "Your youngest sibling created humans?" You nodded "How?"

"Same way humas are made" You began and pointed at his crotch and spread your legs "By accident"

or alternatively, You decided to piss your siblings off by accepting an invitation to be interviewed

#idea #possiblenstory? #what do you guys think?

[kingsofeverything]

would you be willing to share a new snippet of your new wip? im having a terrible week and it would put a smile on my face! thank you regardless i love your writing

HELLO. I WILL DO THIS THING YOU ASK. i’m sorry your week has been terrible and i hope it improves! so this is from ‘A Marriage of Convenience’ which idk the title sounds sort of like a made for tv movie but i kind of love it. unbetaed etc etc. idek if nic has read this part lol i don’t think she has.

“Hey!” Harry shouts, drawing Louis’ attention. Snapping his fingers and dancing his way over until he reaches them, Harry grins, dimples deep in his cheeks, face flushed. “We’re married!”

Zayn laughs and claps Louis on the shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“That we are!” Louis yells over the music.

“Niall says I have to dance with you, so come on!” Harry reaches for his hand, but it takes him two tries to grab hold. Louis tries keeping a respectable distance between their bodies, but he’s had a lot to drink and Harry’s a very touchy-feely drunk, apparently. He drops his arms around Louis’ shoulders, pulling him closer so that Louis stumbles over the toes of Harry’s shoes. 

“Easy there, Styles,” Louis says.

“Styles-Tomlinson,” Harry corrects, lips brushing Louis’ ear.

Pulling back a bit, Louis tries not to laugh because Harry looks serious, and he doesn’t know if Harry’s the kind of drunk to get his feelings hurt easily, but he has his suspicions. “Harry, you know that’s not actually your name, right?”

Harry pouts, furrowing his brow. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, man.” Louis nods and Harry sticks his lower lip out so far that Louis can’t stop his laugh from escaping. “That’s a whole different piece of paperwork.”

“I hate paperwork,” Harry says with some finality. Then his eyes go wide and he points up at the ceiling. “I love this song!” and before Louis can attempt to focus on the music, Harry turns around, backing into Louis, and he has to hold onto Harry’s hips to steady himself. 

Working harder to listen to the music lets Louis think about something other than Harry and the lack of space between their bodies, but all he hears is the slow thumping base. So he looks around, searching for someplace to rest his eyes, and maybe find something interesting enough to use as a distraction. He finds Zayn grinding against Liam, which is definitely interesting, but not something he wants to watch. At least not right now. 

Against his will and his better judgment, Louis starts getting a little worked up. Harry keeps inching backwards every time Louis puts a little space between them, until it’s either give up and let Harry press his ass against his crotch or slowly work their way off the dance floor. When Niall comes by with shots for everyone, they stand in a circle and drink them, toasting to the newlyweds, and Shawn — Louis doesn’t know him well at all, but he’s not winning any points tonight — starts chanting, “Kiss the bride! Kiss the bride!”

Louis scowls and asks, “Who are you saying’s the bride?”

“You both are!” Shawn shouts, clapping and bouncing up and down. “Kiss the bride!”

“Whatever!” Louis takes Harry’s hand and pulls him away from their friends, leaning in so Harry will hear him over the music. “Do you think we should tell them the truth?”

“What? No!” Harry shakes his head, then stops, holding onto Louis’ shoulders. “Why?”

“’Cause they’re going to keep doing shit like this.” Louis gestures vaguely at their friends, trying to sum up all the pretending that they keep having to do.

“So? We can kiss! No big deal!” Harry throws his arms around Louis’ neck, yanking him close, and planting a sloppy kiss half on his lips and half on his cheek. Before Louis can push him away, Harry grips the back of his neck, tipping Louis’ head up, and kisses him properly. He presses his other hand against Louis’ lower back and pulls him in, slipping his tongue between Louis’ lips and startling a gasp out of him. 

Somewhere in his mind, he knows that it’s a bad idea to make out with Harry on the dance floor, but exhaustion mixed with shots of tequila, vodka and Red Bull, have taken away his ability to care. As drunk as Harry is, he’s a phenomenal kisser, and Louis finds himself kissing back eagerly, hands finding Harry’s hair, Harry’s back, and eventually Harry’s ass. Squeezing it with both hands has Harry moaning into his mouth, and the next thing he knows, they’re being ushered out of the club and into a cab by Niall and Shawn. Apparently Shawn wanted to see them kiss, not fuck on the dance floor.

#a marriage of convenience #snippet #Anonymous

[maknaes-and-hyungs]

Study Hard(Crack Version)

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Group: BTS

Genre: angst, fluff, Crack au

Description:Y/N needed help getting her grade up, so she kidnaps biggest boyband leader Kim Namjoon??? Hilarity ensues 🤪 (Renfox)

**Warning: Kidnapping is contained in this**

Note: A normal version will be coming when idk and im sorry that after 3 months this is what i’m posting. It’s not my usual style or thing but um i guess enjoy~Rin

“Oh shit ya girl got a 69!!!!!!!!”You walked into the common room of your dorm and dabbed aggressively as your roommates all silently prayed for your health. One of them, your best friend, slapped you in the back of the head and you fell face first into the floor.

“Dumbass. If you fail this class you’ll be behind on credits which means no more soccer even if it’s just pick up and you won’t be able to be keeper.”

“I’m already a keeper,uwu!” You did a peace sign over your eye and avoided the pillows thrown at you as you went into your room. As much as you joked you knew she was right and you had to do something. Of course it wouldn’t be studying more that hadn’t worked so far. If you’re roommates weren’t as dumb as you maybe you could get help, but alas you guys were the dumb ass squad.

You put your phone on the charger and started playing BTS from your computer. Namjoon’s solo reflection came on and you instantly knew what to do. He was supposed to be smart right, why not just kidnap him? There was a fansign today only one block away where you worked and you could probably get in easily.

“Alright well what bad can come of this?”You quickly changed into uniform and made sure to cover up with a long coat. It was normal for you to show up on your days off cause you always forgot one thing or another so your co-worker watching the door, to keep out waiting fans, let you in without question.

Whenever talent was doing a fansign or whatever they always stayed in the backroom before heading out. Before going in there you ditched your coat in the staff room and put on a serious, what you would describe as a work like look and strode in. All 7 members looked up to you and you had to catch yourself from accidentally saying fuck me.

“Hello. Your manager says he needs to talk with um...Namjoon I think it was?”You scratched the back of your head as if you were embarrassed to not who they were. The leader looked surprised but set down his phone, thank god, agreed to follow you. However you told him his manager had went out back to get more privacy and you led him to the rear exterior door.

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you had rushed into this whole thing without a plan more defined then just kidnap. You sure as hell weren’t strong enough to knock him out and you hadn’t even grabbed anything heavy to do that with. So you did the next worst thing, you stepped out with him letting the door shut behind you and blurted out the stupidest shit ever.

“I PEED MYSELF!”Namjoon slowly turned to you with a look that could only be described as what the fuck.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“It happened after we left the backroom. I haven’t had a break all day and thought I was gonna be okay. I was gonna take you to your manager but I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.” Your hands flew to your crotch as you covered up the lack of a wet patch and he looked before realizing what you were doing and his eyes snapped back to yours.

“I’d give you my jacket, but its back in the room. Just let me get it and-”He tugged on the door handle but it just clanged loudly without budging, it had locked.”Do you have keys?”

“Only managers have keys and I’m just a regular old employee.” Thank god those thugs had been hanging out back here again. The manager had decided to lock the back doors to make sure they wouldn’t try getting in that way.

“Okay well we can just go around front-”

“The fans are out there and I don’t know if you realize but I can’t be your bodyguard. I live a block away if you’ll escort me I can get changed and give you a disguise to get back in.”

“Why don’t I just call one of the guys to come get us? Except your problem and...okay lets go lead the way.”Thank god he was such a considerate human being or else you were about to be fucked to kingdom come. Thankfully you had about five minutes to figure out how you were gonna keep him at your dorm long enough to help you get smart.

Just as you were coming upon your door an epiphany hit you. Last october your friend had went as a sexy cop and she had borrowed her dads real handcuffs. Of course she lost them and got in big trouble, but what no one knew was that you had found them stuffed inside your peanut butter jar in your room. Since they had already been written off and it wouldn’t help her out you kept them cause why not.

“I have roommates who are big bts fans so we need to be quiet.”Not to mention this is technically a kidnapping so wouldn’t want to wake him up.You laughed to yourself at the terrible joke and opened your front door slowly. The coast seemed clear so the both of you crept in.

Your room was the first on to the left, but you had to access it thorough the lounge which was the hub. Sadly the lounge never seemed to be empty unless it was 3 am and it was currently around 11 am. Thankfully it was your roommate you all called bitty. She was the laziest out of all of you and wouldn’t move even if the whole building was burning. Unless there were hot wings, then nothing could stop the ravenous monster she turned into.

“OMG IS THAT MY HOT WINGS!!!”Bitty jumped up on the couch and turned around and got into a pounce ready stance. In your panic all you could do was rip Namjoons glasses of his face and through them into the open bathroom door. You heard a plop, oh well shit happens.

“Hey biterino.”

“Never call me that again. Also who is that?”Like you said, dumbass squad,”Oh this is just scott.”

“I thought he looked familiar but I guess not,” Dumbass.Squad. With that over you thought you were safe until another roommate of yours,charlie, walked in from the kitchen. This time you were in front of your door and you shoved Namjoon inside not caring for his safety.

“Y/N tell Bitty to share the couch.”

“Just pee on her and assert your dominance. We have talked about this so many times why don’t you just do it.” The death glare you received let you know you weren’t wanted and you were finally able to escape into your room. Namjoon stood in the center awkwardly looking around at everything.

“You can sit over here.” As Namjoon followed you to the chair you reached in your drawer and pulled out the handcuffs. Within a second you had his arm connected to the chair and he wasn’t going anywhere.

“What the hell? You’re a saseng aren’t you? You don’t even have a stain on your pants. Please don’t hurt me-”

“No I’m just stupid when it comes to computer sciences and your smart so I thought if I kidnapped you that you could tutor me.”

“I DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT CODING!!!!!!!” You rolled your eyes and grabbed an extra chair near your dresser along with your back pack.

“So? You’re smart and can teach me how to be productive. Also I gotta week before my exam and I need to raise my grade to a C. I gotta 69″ You wiggled your eyebrows at him not reading the situation at all. You had just kidnapped a man who was a celebrity and was always being threatened by crazy fans. Still 69 was a sex number and you were legally obligated to make a joke or a face whenever it was said.

“If I help you can you let me go? All I can do is give you study strategies I hope that’s enough.”

“I don’t know where the key to these are but I have a blowtorch in my underwear drawer so I guess I can let you go.” A few moments went by where you blankly stared at Namjoon and he looked like he was about to hemorrhage from sheer confusion,” Oh why do I have one of those? Well I needed to cook grilled cheese and I was using my pan as a trap in the cleaning supply closet. And well no one besides me ever cleans so it took a while for it to be set off.”

“You hit one of your roommates with a pan?”

“No. I forgot I put it there and I needed to clean up a spill in the kitchen. I was in the hospital for a couple of days, but now I am up one blowtorch so you tell me who really lost here.”

“Y-you?”

“Anyways lets get back to the matter at hand. Me getting a good grade in computer sciences. I’m usually smart and get A’s but I we took a quick break and I found this site where a killer whale follows your mouse,”Namjoon nodded slowly really not following where the story was going,”so I’ve spent the entire semester trying to get it to dance various kpop dances and rating them based on viability. I have a whole spreadsheet with various graphs, points of data, a code that predicts success rate and a comprehensive-”

“You did that all for a stupid whale but you cant get a passing grade.” You nodded and he groaned loudly wishing he could be anywhere but here, “Okay I am gonna show you how to study and maybe apply this whale thing to your class since you can’t seem to get past it.” You went for a celebratory fist bump and he reluctantly did it before getting started.

You actually started to get somewhere and could see why he was so smart. Hours passed and you both forgot that he had even been kidnapped. It took so long that you went to get snacks and found the key in the silverware drawer so you released Namjoon when you got back. He didn’t leave though instead continuing to tutor you.

“Okay so if you keep your colors limited and leave spaces for later you can test yourself later.”

“Why would I test myself when I already am tested in class.”

“I want to strangle you.”

“Go ahead daddy.”You smirked at him and he let his head drop onto the desk with a thud that told you it had hurt,”Damn can you hit me like that?”

Namjoon started to raise his head to, presumably, murder you when another one of your roommates threw open the door,”This bitch empty yeet.” and proceeded to throw herself down on your bed. In the background you heard someone haw and no investigation was needed to figure out who that was.

“How do you live here and get grades higher than 5 like-”

“Wait isn’t that...does Tabbs know that namjoon is in your room.”Harmony stared eerily quiet as you said nothing for a few seconds.

“Um...This is scott. He has aids and really has to go.” You pulled namjoon up and pushed him out of your dorm and down the stairs. Hopefully he wouldn’t call the police.(im sorry i rushed this ik its bad)

For: @sableaura @harmony991721 @hopeless-reckless-but-so-lovable @charlie-hatsune @kawaii-ing

#namjoon #kim namjoon #bts crack #namjoon crack #terrible #please dont read

[cityofimagines]

I Got You – Tyler Down x Reader

Request: (hey everyone its maria so basically im the worst & accidentally deleted the request so idk the exact wording but basically an anon asked me to write an imagine where the reader has a crush on tyler & he walks in on her masturbating & moaning his name & then they have sex ayeee)

A/N: who let me run a blog when im this much of a mess  but yeah to this anon im sorry i accidentally deleted your message & i hope i did what i remembered of your request justice !! but this is my first legit smut on this blog so i hope you like it 😛 all the tyler girls boutta be SHOOOOOK (including myself)

Warnings: SMUT

Having a crush on someone is a rollercoaster. Some days you have this undying urge to curl up under a big blanket and cuddle with that person all night long, and other days you can’t help but imagine yourself writhing and moaning underneath them.

Today you were thinking of the latter.

Your crush on Tyler Down was no secret to anyone. By this point even Tyler had an inkling as to what your feelings towards him were. You were at that stage where every time you saw him, your heartbeat would quicken, your insecurities would increase, and the blush on your face would darken.

Right now you were home alone, thinking of him. Specifically what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours, his lips exploring every inch of your skin, and his sinful words making you shiver. All of these thoughts were rushing straight to your core.

You removed your clothes from the waist down and laid down on your bed. You pressed a teasing finger to your clit and your whole body tingled.

You sunk farther down into your pillows as your eyes closed. The images in your head became more vivid as your pleasure increased. You were so lost in trying to hit your release that you even slightly surprised yourself when an unexpected, “fuck Tyler” spilled out of your mouth in a moan.

Your eyes shot open, and you stopped for a minute to think of what just happened. But once you convinced yourself that it was fine and he would never find out about this, your brain automatically went back to your fantasies.

You had no concept of anything in this moment except for what Tyler’s imagined lips and hands were making you feel. His name continuously rolled off your tongue throughout your session.

It wasn’t until you heard a very familiar voice scream out “OH MY GOD” that you snapped out of your thoughts. Your first task was to immediatly grab your sheets and cover the very exposed parts of you.

You opened your eyes barely to look at the scene happening in front of you.

“I’m so sorry. So sorry uh- oh my God. I’m so sorry. I’ll come back. I didn’t- oh my God. Fuck. Wow. Oh my God.” There was the one person in the world you equally wanted to see and didn’t want to see in this moment. There was Tyler, standing facing the opposite way from you in your doorway, math book in hand. 

Your clearly forgotten “study session” you had both planned for this time after school today slowly creeped to the front of your mind. “Shit.” You whispered to yourself.

“I’ll come back. I’m so fucking sorry.” He stuttered out.

You had a crazy idea form. You weren’t sure if it was your head or your hormones talking, but before you could figure it out, you blurted out a, “NO WAIT.”

He backed up all of the two feet he had walked down your hallway. He was still facing the other way, and you weren’t mad at that. In fact you weren’t sure you would ever be able to face him head on again if this didn’t work out like you had just planned it.

“Why don’t you...” Your heart suddenly began to pound quite audibly in your chest. “Help me.”

You saw Tyler stiffen. “Like...” He trailed off.

“Yes. Come here. Help me.” You don’t know where this random surge of confidence was coming from, whether it was your arousal or your brain, but either way, it worked.

Tyler slowly turned around. Seeing his bright red cheeks, messy hair that he ran his hands through too many times, and unbelievably kissable lips made your stomach flip. 

He moved his math textbook that was conveniently placed over his crotch onto your desk across the room to reveal his very apparent boner. 

“How much did you see?” You asked slowly. 

“Enough.” He replied, smiling slightly. There was a pause. “Are you sure you want this?” 

“Yes. Never been more sure.” You said. “What about you...?” 

“Oh my God...yeah! I mean...yes I...” He ran his hands through his hair again. “I’ve really liked you for a really long time.” Hearing those words from him made fireworks explode in your stomach. Your smile deepened. 

“Get over here then.” You said. He quickly walked over and sat down on your bed. He crashed his lips to yours in a needy kiss. Your moans began almost immediately. This was everything you wanted. 

He moved his lips down to your neck. Your hands ran through every curly strand of his hair– not leaving any part of him untouched. You began to tug on the bottom of his button down, signaling that you wanted it off. He obeyed and started unbuttoning it from top to bottom to reveal his lean, but still toned abdomen. Your hands ran up and down his chest and abs as you made out, causing him to let out some moans. The sounds went straight to your heat, and you could feel yourself becoming wetter for him by the second. 

Next he tugged on the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” He asked. 

“Go ahead.” You said. He gently pulled your shirt off and threw it somewhere unknown on the floor. Desperate to get things moving, you undid your bra quickly. You let it slide off your shoulders delicately before throwing it across the room as well. 

“You...are so...beautiful.” Tyler said between kisses. His hands made their way to your breasts and squeezed them lightly, earning another moan from you. 

After more making out, he laid you down on the bed and hovered over you. “You okay?” He asked. Him asking for consent so many times melted your heart. How did you get this boy? You felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Yes Tyler. This is absolutely perfect.” You replied. He leaned down to kiss you again. As this happened, you felt him rub his still clothed crotch over your exposed one. 

“Take it off.” You whispered into your next shared kiss. He then undid his belt, never once breaking eye contact with you. He took off his pants and underwear and his boner slapped up against his stomach; clearly grateful to be free of the confining material. “Need you.” You breathed out. 

“Don’t worry. I got you.” He said. You felt him rub the tip of his cock against your slit, only increasing your desires. He pushed inside you slowly.

“Fuck Tyler.” You looked up to see him smirking at the familiar phrase, except this time it was actually about something real. “That feels amazing.” You continued.

“Feels so fucking good.” He added. 

He began to thrust into you at a slow pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling. As time went on, his thrusts became harder and faster. 

“Oh my God (y/n) I’m close.” He groaned.

“Me too. Fuckkk.” You said. Your hands rubbed up and down his back, attempting to bring him impossibly closer to you. His head was buried in your neck. 

“Fuck. Oh my God. I’m gonna cum.” He said in a strained voice. A few seconds later, you felt him release inside you. He let out a series of whimpered moans in your ear, which only pulled you closer to your release. Once he came down from his high, he focused solely on you. 

He started to rub fast circles on your clit. “Cmon (y/n). Cum for me baby.” He said. His words pushed you over the edge more than anything else. After a few more seconds, you released all over his hand, legs shaking and screaming his name through your clouded bliss. 

He made his way back up next to you on the bed when you came down. “Fuck.” Was all you said. 

He laughed. “That was like...really good.” 

“It was.” You nodded in agreement. You rolled over so you were facing him. 

He rolled over as well. “What do you say we do that again sometime?” He whispered. “Except next time you’re my girlfriend?” His blue eyes seemed to sparkle as they looked at you.

“I’d absolutely love that Tyler.”

#W O W what did i do #i made myself shook with this one oml #and that picture???? DAMN #tyler down #tyler down imagine #tyler down headcanon #dating tyler down would include #tyler down smut #tyler down x reader #tyler down fluff #devin druid #13 reasons why #13 reasons why imagine #13rw #13rw imagine #13 reasons why headcanon #13rw smut #13 reasons why smut

[ifreakinglovewritingsomuch]

JinJae AU / Worse than Hell! (Part Three)

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Park Jinyoung Plot: Jaebum and Jinyoung are arch enemies and that for centuries. When heaven and hell’s war comes to a pause, both of them are expelled to live on earth, for different reasons. With only a minimum of there powers, they have to survive a human’s everyday life. And according to Jinyoung earth is even worse than hell. (Heaven/Hell!AU) Warnings: Blood, Swearing, Blasphemy (In a way, or maybe not, idk), Smut, Masturbation, dirty thoughts… Words:  Part One/Two

A/N: So I’m like just a quick build up for the smut, oh… already over thousand words, let’s continue in the next chapter. I just got carried away. But smut in the next part!!!

The whole thing between Jinyoung and Jaebum didn’t get any better, the next few days. Jaebum was still weak and in pain, while the demon couldn’t stop all those thoughts about the other. Which means Jinyoung had to deal with boner’s in the most awkward situations. It’s a miracle that the angel hasn’t noticed it yet. That’s also why Jinyoung finds himself in this situation again. He is in the bathroom a moaning mess, and he just wants to cum with Jaebums name on his lips. A name that he has moaned way too often the past days. But those damn teenager hormones always leave him unsatisfied and horn, especially when he is in the angel’s presence. Okay, to be fair the other is fucking hot, but still, Jinyoung has seen many attractive creaturs in his life, but Jaebum somehow is special. “Jaebum!” That word rolled so easily over his lips, and he wasn’t even quite because the other should be taking a nap.  Jinyoung strokes got quicker and he thrust into his hand, seeking release. “Hey, is ever…"  Jinyoung shrieked at the sudden interruption, quickly grabbing a towel to cover himself, looking at a bewildered Angel, that was standing in the door his mouth a gab. "I’m sorry…I…” It wasn’t usual for the angel to stutter, but seeing the other in this situation, even for a small moment, was…how to put it…weird?…but not bad…it’s just confusing. The angel could swear that he had heard the other say his name, which happens a lot lately, but it seemed to be imaginations. “I’m sorry, maybe you should lock the door when you…” He vaguely pointed to the other’s crotch and one look was enough to see that the demon was still erected. Quickly Jaebum takes a step back, closing the door before hurrying away, grabbing a bag deciding to get food.  But the angel couldn’t get rid of the image that had burned himself in his vision. It’s not like Jaebum is a virgin, his last time might be ages ago, but during the most awful times of war, wasn’t that much time for stuff like this, but seeing the demon in this state, definitely brought feelings back. Jinyoung was still burning from embarrassment and he was sure that he will never be able to look the angel in his exes. How could he have been som mindless, and forget to lock the door? Has the angel heard him moaning? Only the thought of it made Jinyoung sighed in frustration. Now Jaebum thinks even lower of him. Just great. The other was in the kitchen preparing a meal, literally acting like Jinyoung wasn’t laying on the couch watching him. To the demon’s surprise, Jaebum knew how to cook and was even willing to do so, for both of their sake. Whatever he was preparing it smelled delicious and what’s also delicious is the sight Jinyoung has on the angel. Jaebum’s broad shoulder’s and fine ass, are just a view, Jinyoung appreciated. And there are the thoughts again. Jinyoung sighted, getting the other’s attention. “Don’t worry, I’m finished soon.” He told the younger. And he didn’t lie after a few minutes they were both seated at the small table, opposite to each other, silently eating their meal. It was pretty awkward and none of them knew what to say, because after the incident earlier, both were only blushing when looking at the other. After finishing their meals, Jinyoung did the dishes, while Jaebum decided to watch something. The whole day Jaebum’s back had arched terrible and the pain had only gotten worse. He knew the reason for it, but he couldn’t do anything about it. “You alright?” Jinoung who had finished and joined the older had noticed the constant shifting and the painful expression. “Yeah, I’m fine!” Jaebum lied to embarrassed to admit, what was going on. But of course, Jinyoung wouldn’t let it go. “Are you still in pain. Is it because of the bar fight. Let me see!” He shifted closer, reaching for the other’s shirt. Quickly Jaebum backed away, startling the demon. “What?” “I just…” The angel trailed off, not knowing how to put it. “Come on tell me how bad can it be?” Jinyoung urged him to answer. “My wings.” Was all Jaebum could say, never breaking the eye contact. “What’s with them?” “They were hurt from the fall and when the guy in the bar hit me with the chair it only mad it worse…” “Let me see!” Jinyoung demanded, being genuinely concern about the other’s well being because he knows how sensitive wings are. “I…” but Jaebum knew that Jinyoung wouldn’t take a no for an answer, slowly he pulled the shirt over his head, standing up. “Okay you should move away and close your eyes, I don’t want to burn your eyes out!” Jinyoung obeyed, taking a few steps away from the shirtless angel, trying to look anywhere else. When he was far away he closed his eyes, waiting for what will come. Even through his closed eyes, he could make out a bright light and he heard Jaebum groan in pain. “You can look now,” Jaebum informed him, a little out of breath. Slowly Jinyoung opened his eyes, being completely astonished at the sight in front of him. He might be a demon, but still, this is the first time he sees an angel’s wings. They were utterly beautiful. Pitch black feathers! Automatically Jinyoung reached forward brushing his fingertips over one of the wings. Jaebum shuttered at the contact. “They are…breathtaking!” Jiynyoung mumbled, taking in the sight. “Really?"Jaebum was confused. "Look at their state, it’s horrible!” Jinyoung looked at them closer and yes he could see the many feathers that were missing the dried blood, but still, they were the most beautiful thing he ever saw. “Should I help you?” He asked. “Do you really want to?” The demon nodded, reaching for a few feather, brushing through them, a few fell off, dropping to the ground. Quickly Jinyoung got a wet towel starting to clean the wings, getting rid of the blood and dead feathers. The younger was too caught up in his work to notice the impact his actions had on the other. Jaebum took all his left energy to compose himself. Jiynoung’s touches were doing things to him. Not able to hold it in, he groaned, when the demon brushed over his sensitive wing. “Did I hurt you!” Jinyoung immediately stopped, looking anxious, not wanting to hurt the other. “No, no keep going."  He didn’t want the other to stop. Gently the younger went back to work, making Jaebum moan again because he wasn’t able to keep them in anymore. "I’m hurting you, right? I’m so sorry!” Jinyoung apologized. “No that’s not it…” Jaebum felt embarrassed, but to be honest it’s already too late. “What?” “I…” Jae bums eyes travelled, down and the demon followed, gasping at the sight. “Oh…” Jaebum was about to tun away, feeling like he was invading the other’s privacy. Quickly Jinyoung grabbed his wrist keeping the other in place. He reached out, letting his fingertips travel over the sensitive wings, making Jaebum shutter in bliss. “So you like when I touch your wings?” Jaebum nodded, stifling a moan. “Does it make you want to fuck me?” Jinyoung asked bluntly, being turned on himself. “Yes!”

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