and i would gladly pull it off of him

Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop


Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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Helpless

Requsts: “Can you do one for Klaus where he’s obliviously in love with virgin reader and when he leaves town, she’s upset about why. Bestie Stefan comforts her and she ends up riding his face. Klaus finds out,gets upset, returns to show her what she’s missing?” (Not really smutty even though it should be, but there are places where you can gather enough info to literally imagine it. I just couldn’t picture this one as smutty, just more like a drama. It was still fun to write!)

The anxiety building up to the point where Klaus broke your heart made you realize how lucky you were to be oblivious. You just wished you could go back to the days where guys wouldn’t break your heart. Where they wouldn’t make you fall in love with them and then crush you. You were an oblivious nineteen year old girl who fell for Klaus Mikaelson, you let this happen. If you hadn’t then you wouldn’t have to deal with this heart ache. ‘My past promises to keep you with me no matter the destination has brought me to realize your safety is key and not just my needs for you to be by my side. I have to let you go, Y/N.’

Just thinking about the way he was talking to you. He was hurt which made his normally bubbly and happy toned accent sound dreary and cold. You hated goodbyes, and it didn’t matter what they were about. Especially when somebody said goodbye to you. Somebody you loved. Repeating his voice in your head made you feel like he was right next to you, you could feel him there. But when you opened your eyes, he wasn’t there. You opened your eyes to the front door of the boarding house where your best friend Stefan lived.

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Sammy’s Gotcha

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Title: Sammy’s Gotcha

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1,078

Warnings: injured reader, fluff

A/N: This was requested by three different people (all anon). I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

For the past week you had been incredibly stressed.  You never gave yourself time to relax.  There was no time to relax, or so you thought.  Realistically, there was time to relax, but you never did.  You wanted to keep going.  You were afraid that if you slowed down your thoughts and feelings would catch up to you.  The thoughts that stopped you for a whole week only two months ago.  It was as if your whole world as going to crash down around you once again.

Sam was always there by your side through it all.  He never failed to see the signs that things were getting bad again.  Sam saw the way you blocked them out.  Sam noticed how you didn’t sleep at night.  He could see that it was only a matter of time before you would snap.

Unfortunately, that day happened to be today.  After the three of you returned to the bunker, you went straight to your room.  Sam and Dean watched you with concerned eyes.  Dean thought it was best to let you work it out yourself, but that’s not how Sam felt.  Sam kept a reasonable distance behind you as you walked to your room.  Sam could hear your sniffles as they echoed off of the hallway walls.  

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Insecurites

Request: Hi could I make a request, with Bucky and reader, where reader really likes Bucky, but she’s really self loathing, and doesn’t think she’s good enough for him, and tony throws one of his party’s, she’s gets dressed up, but she’s Bucky with another girl, and leaves the party, but what she doesn’t know is Bucky likes her and wasn’t even listening to the girl, he sees her run and goes after her and confesses and it’s all really fluffy ending of that makes any sense 🤗

Pairing: BuckyXReader

Warnings: Swearing, Self-Hate, 

A/N: This took so long to write because my Dog wanted my attention so who was I to say no? Plus I had to study for finals :p any who I hope everybody enjoys!!!! <3

MASTERLIST

It wasn’t anything new. You hated looking in mirrors. Your reflection would show just what you wanted to forget about yourself. As a kid you had your fair share of bullies and not the greatest of friends at times…. Than you grew up and started working for the Avengers, you were excited to work for them and befriend them, that is until you actually met everybody. All of the Avengers were extremely attractive, and Wanda and Natasha, they are great friends but theywere drop dead gorgeous, and you just couldn’t see anything in yourself.

You groaned it was only 5 AM and your thoughts were already like this. You rolled out of bed giving up on the idea of sleep. Your feet hit the cold floor, “Hmm nobody should be awake yet.” you say walking to your door and sneaking out. Not that you would get introuble or anything, but your hair was a mess, you didn’t have any makeup on yet, and your attire was shorts and a tanktop you looked like crap, but you really wanted to get your day started.

When you got to the kitchen you started a pot of coffee and grabbed some bread to make some toast. That is until you heard two voices coming towards you, you quickly ducked behind the counter and hid. Yes this as childish but once you heart who the voice was, you were grateful for the cover.

“Steve, I don’t want to go to one of Stark’s parties, I never have any fun at those things.” Bucky groans. 
“Come on Buck, just this once?” Steve asks despirtely. You knew Steve had been trying to get Bucky to open up and become more social. It was apart of the “healing” process. SO Steve was trying to get the old Bucky to come out of him. 
“Fine but no trying to set me up or anything like that I mean what if_ Wait why is the coffee machine on?” Bucky asks. You curse yourself for not turning it off, you decided to get up even though you didn’t want to. Once you poped up Steve and Bucky both jumped. 

“Hey guys sorry.” you say not even looking at them, you knew you looked like crap, and just Bucky seeing you like this made you feel even more insecure about yourself. 

“God, what were you doing over there?” Steve asks. You shrugged
“I didn’t know who was coming.” you state still not looking up at them. 
“So you hid?” Bucky says chuckling a little, you felt your face heat up. ‘Stupid’ you thought. Little did you know that Bucky thought it was adorable.

“Well_um_ I’m going to go.” you say practically running out of there. When you got into your room you saw a glimpse of your reflection, “Great, I looked like shit.” you say falling onto your bed. You had gained a major crush on Bucky, but why would he ever like you back? Especially when he could have girls like Natasha and Wanda, you had seen the girls that would throw themselves at the boys. So why would Bucky ever want to choose you?

2 hours later. After getting yourself at least decent. You walked into the gym where the team was training. You hated going to the gym with the entire team. But_ everybody had invited you time and time again. Plus you got to see Bucky working out, so you started coming regularly, you never stayed as long as the team and you mainly stayed out of everybodies way. You looked over to see Bucky sparing with Sam, you couldn’t help but stare as Bucky all but destroyed Sam. 

“You know you could take a picture it would last longer.” Natasha says smirking, you looked down than walked over to the weights,
“I don’t know what your talking about.” you say shyly. 
“If I have to watch you pine over a certain Super Soldier for one more day than I am going to scream. Why not just go for it?” Natasha asks, you had to hold back your scoff, of course she would say that, you loved Natasha but she was so confident and beautiful of course she didn’t have to deal with insecurites. 
“Why would he go out with me?” you ask in practically a whisper (instead of starting a fight that you knew would blow up in your face.)

“I say you just need to go for it Y/n, I mean what’s the worse that could happen?” Natasha asks and smiles. 
“He could hear me.” you say and Natasha giggles, 
“Look, you might be suprised about Barnes. Ok.” Natasha says and you nodded “Just come to the party tonight, and come all dolled up okay!” Natasha says, you normally didn’t go tot the parties, you didn’t see any point in them, it’s not like you really would have anything to do there, and the girls that Stark invited were like models, you didn’t want to be pictured up with them. 
“FIne I’ll come. But only for a little.” you say shrugging your arms. 
“Well since your coming, how about you come shopping with me and Wanda later on today?” Nat asks smiling at you. You wanted to say no but you knew Natasha only meant well so you nodded in agreement.

5 hours later: You were at the store with Nat and Wanda looking through the hundreds of dresses that were in display before you. 

“So? I heard that Bucky Barnes was going to be attending the party tonight.” Wanda says slowly peaking over at you for a reaction which you gladly didn’t give to her. 
“Yeah, I heard Steve and him talking about it this morning.” you say pulling out a blue strapless dress, you knew Natasha or Wanda would could pull this off but you weren’t too confident in your own appearance in this.
“I love that dress Y/n, you should go try it on!” Wanda squeals in excitment, you nodded and decided it wouldn’t hurt just trying it on. 

As you made your way to the dressing room you saw Nat and Wanda still looking at dresses. You sighed and went into the chaning room, slipping out of your everyday clothes you didn’t look in the mirror, before putting the dress on. You didn’t look half bad. 
“Hey Y/n don’t come out yet me and Nat want to get changed than we’ll all see each other in the dresses.” Wanda says excited, you giggled knowing you did this as a teenager with your friends. You waited until the two were ready than stepped out. Wanda had grabbed a beautiful red dress, she looked amazing in it, than your eyes roamed over to Natasha, who as luck would have it was in the same dress you were wearing.
“Oh! I didn’t see you grab this dress Y/n here you can have it.” Nat said smiling at you. 
“Oh no! You can have it. It looks much better on you than it does on me.” you say nodding, which wasn’t a lie it seemed the dress you thought looked alright on you looked perfect on her. Of course.
“I think I already have a dress at home that I could wear, than I won’t have to spend money.” you say smiling trying to get the two girls to stop looking at you in confusion.
By the end of the shopping trip Nat had gotten the dress after you persuaded her to, and Wanda had tried on 3 different dresses before deciding on one, and you went home empty handed. 

5 hours later.
Yes you had taken 2 hours to get ready but you felt a little more confident than usual. You had done your make up and it ended up looking really good, you wore a beautiful black dress that you had been saving for a special ocasion. “Well this is as good as it gets.” you say smiling, the party started 10 minutes ago, that’s when your phone went off

Nat: ‘Y/n where are you? You said you would come.’
Y/n: ‘I just finished getting ready. I’ll be down in a minute.’


You text back checking on your appearance one more time before making your way to the elvator. 
“You can do this, I mean maybe Bucky won’t even be there.” you say stepping into the elevator. 

When you got to the party you instantly became extremely insecure, and would have probably turned around if it hadn’t been for Nat seeing you, 
“Y/n! Come over here!” Nat yelled our waving you over. 
You made your way over not looking up at anybody as you made your way to Natasha and Wanda. 

“Hey Y/n! You look amazing, any special reason?” Wanda asks an eyebrow raised. You felt your cheeks heat up than looked up and around for a certain somebody. 

And that’s when you saw it. Bucky was standing next to another girl. 
She was blonde and very thin. She was wearing a tight black dress and was standing so close to Bucky that you probably could barley fit a peice of paper there. 
You felt your eyes sting. No Bucky wasn’t your boyfriend, and no he probably had no clue that you even liked him. But it still hurt. 

“um_ I’m actually not feeling well.” you say smiling at the girls, “So I think I’m going to head back up.” and before anybody could stop you, you were gone. 
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Bucky’s POV:

At the gym: I had been sparring with Sam when Y/n had walked in. I was trying to stay focused while I saw Nat go over and start talking with her. While I was watching them walk over to the weights Sam knocked me down. 

“You weren’t paying attention.” Sam frowned then looked around, “oh I see why Y/n came to the gym today.” Sam chuckles.
I had gained a crush on Y/n after she was hired. She was always so understanding and amazing, but I never had the guts to ask her out or anything because_ well I’m just not the same man I used to be, and who would want to be with a guy like me? 
“Shut up birdbrain.” I mummble back checking to make sure Y/n hadn’t seen me get knocked over by Sam she hadn’t and I was glad. Soon after Y/n left the gym Nat came over to me. 
“Hey Barnes, you’re coming to the party tonight right?” Nat asks smirking at me. I nodded. 
“But I probably won’t stay for very long.” I said, I never liked Stark’s parties, it just didn’t seem right to be with so many people I didn’t know or care about I would usually go and join during the cool down or after party that only the Avengers were ever at. 
“Good I’ll see you there than.” Nat says before skipping out.

At lunch: “Where are the girls?” I asked, Y/n, Wanda, and Nat seemed to be missing.
“Oh they went dress shopping for the party tonight.” Clint says sitting down with his sandwich. 
“Y/n is going?” I ask and Clint nods, before taking a bite of his sandwich.
“Yeah, Nat was telling me that she had convinced her in the gym to come to the party.” Tony says sitting next to Bruce who was eating his own lunch while reading something off of his phone. 
“Why? Hmm Barnes?” Sam asks smirking at me. 
“No reason just wanted to know.” I mumble before Steve walks in with a smile on his face. 
“Hey guy’s how’s everything going?” he asks sitting down next to me.

At the Party: 

I had walked in with Steve who liked to be on time to anything and everything. 
“Hey Steve!” Sharon yelled out Steve nodded and walked over to talk to her. “This is my friend Abby, the one I was telling you about.” 

“oh well this is Bucky, my friend.” Steve said, I scowled at him I knew he would do this even if I had begged for him not to. He was trying to get the old Bucky back, and I tried for his sake also but the flirting part wasn’t coming to me at all, and it didn’t help that I liked someone at the moment who I didn’t know how to approach. 

“Hi I’m Abby.” the blonde said smiling a little too wide. 
“Bucky.” I said nodding. Soon Steve and Sharon left, leaving me and Abby alone. 

“So what’s it like working as an Avenger?” she asks stepping closer to me. 
I awkwardly stepped away, “It’s good i guess.” The night carried on like this where Abby would try to “flirt” with me and I didn’t know what to do, overall I was uncomfortable, and wanted the night to end. 

And that’s when Y/n walked in, she wore a black dress and nude heels, her hair was done up in an updo. She looked amazing.
“So what do you think?” Abby asks pulling my attention from Y/n back to her. She had stepped closer to me again.
“Um What? Sorry I’m a little tired right now I think I’m going to go.” I say while Abby looked upset, I looked around and saw Sam who made eye contact with me than nodded.
He walked over to Abby and asked her if she wanted to get a drink with him. “You owe me.” he mumbled before taking her over to the bar.
I sighed out of relief than turned back to see Nat and Wanda but no Y/n, I looked around for Y/n but she was no where to be seen. That is until I saw her practically running towards the exit, and from what it looked like she was crying.

Y/n POV: 

You got into your room and slid down the door no longer holding back the tears, “Stupid, I’m so stupid. Why would he even like me. When he could have a girl like  her.” you said to yourself, taking your hair out of the updo that had taken you an hour to do. You walked over to your bathroom and saw your makeup running down your face, you took your heels off and than the dress trading it for a stained tank top and some shorts. 

You than heard your door open, “Y/n?” you heard Bucky’s voice fill your room. 
“Hey Y/n you in here?” he asks and you felt yourself panicking as you heard his footsteps get closer. You turned around so your weren’t facing the door, when he got there. “Hey. Are you okay Y/n?” he asks, and you held back your sob. 
“Yeah Buck I’m fine you should go back to the party.” you say holding the tears back. 
“Y/n look at me.” he said and you slowly obeyed. You hated that you looked like this but he was already taken so what was the point of caring about what you looked like infront of him now? 

“See I knew you weren’t okay.” he says softly, “what up?” 

“I just_ you know what it’s nothing.” you say turning around again, but before you could Bucky had grabbed your shoulder stopping you from turning around. 
“You can talk to me.” Bucky says nodding, 

“No Bucky I can’t. Okay. You wouldn’t understand.” you sob, “I don’t like the way I look, I think I’m ugly, and for some odd reason whenever I’m with you those insecurities become more of a reality to me. Because I really like you, and I tried tonight to push past that but than I saw you with the blonde girl that was all over you and_” you stopped talking once you realized that you had just exploded about everything with Bucky standing right there. 
“Wait are you saying that your_ no y/n, Abby she_ Abby was just one of Steve’s stupid set ups that I didn’t want. Ok listne to me. I like you, alot.” you look up at Bucky than shake your head. 
“Bucky don’t play with me.” you say sternly. 
“Y/n I’m not okay. The reason I never acted upon my feelings were because well I thought you would never like me because of my_ well my past and my arm.” Bucky says softly. You stood there in shock. He thought you wouldn’t accept him?

“Y/n, you are not ugly, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are. I mean I wasn’t paying any attention to Abby once you walked in.” Bucky says taking your face into his hands. “Y/n out of all of the girls I know, you are the most prettiest, beautiful, amazing girl.” Bucky says leaning his forehead onto yours, 
“I don’t believe you.” you say wanting to push away but not being able to. Bucky shook his head than chuckled to himself, you had a tear running down your face and he pushed it away with his thumb. He than leaned down and kissed your lips softly. He than moved to wher you could feel his hot breath on your ear, “Now do you believe me?” he asks smiling.


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anonymous asked:

Hi, may I request a first time scenario with Woozi?

“What’s up?” you asked Jihoon as you walked into the living room after a nice lunch you had had with a few of your friends.

“Nothing much,” Jihoon answered coldly, keeping his eyes locked on his phone when you talked to him. He had finally had the chance to sleep over at your place, staying in bed when you had left somewhat early to go meet up with your friends. He had been fine last night when he had come - he was his usual self making funny comments and holding you close without saying much. You had no idea what had gotten to him to make him like this.

“Sure…” you answered, not willing to bother with him right now, you had time. So, you decided to give your friend who couldn’t make it today, a call. A call during which Jihoon could not take his eyes off of you, glancing at your direction every few minutes, probably thinking that you wouldn’t notice.

He watched your lips move as you talked, the plump and soft look of them driving him nuts, his imagination running wild. He imagined kissing them at first, which was sweet, but the more you bit them and the more you ran your hands through your hair - his thoughts were getting carried away from that sweet thought to something different. In his mind, your pretty little lips were wrapped around his cock, taking him as deep as you could, nearly choking. Fuck that turned him on.

Jihoon sneakily placed his hand on his crotch, feeling the already building heat and growing erection in his pants. He kept a straight face as he stared at you talking on the phone, completely missing everything you said, merely just focusing on your movements that somehow got him so worked up.

Maybe it was that he hadn’t had any release in a while and the sexual tension between the two of you had just been growing consistently during the month that you had been dating but never coming to a release. He had felt tense ever since the morning - waking up to your ass pressing against his crotch, inevitably causing him to have an erection which he had tried to deal with for the time you were gone but failing, as he needed you. His hand could only do so much.

You noticed Jihoon taking a pillow from the couch and strategically placing it on his lap, his hand following underneath the pillow in no time. This happened quite early on during your call, which made you exaggerate your movements a lot more, making sure to give him a show.

After you ended your call, Jihoon was surprisingly quick to take action. He got up from the couch, not even caring that his bulge was visible. He walked up to you, your face revealing your amusement. “So, this was a plan of yours all along?” He asked, catching up on you as soon as he saw your expression. You nodded with a laugh, telling him that you had also noticed his business under the pillow.

He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to yours as his eyes fluttered shut, pulling you as close as he possibly could.

The kiss wasn’t needy or desperate, contrary to your expectations, his lips soft and gentle against yours as he sucked and nibbled on your bottom lip, your hands wrapping around his neck as you tilted your head, attempting to deepen the kiss. You wanted more - that had been your plan all along.

His tongue slid into your mouth, twirling with your as he squeezed you tightly in his embrace. Though he didn’t want to pull away, he needed to take deep breaths as he started to notice his excitement getting too much for both of you.  He breathed in slowly, gently placing his lips on the side of your neck in the meantime, making his way down slowly as he nibbled and bit your skin softly.

You turned your head, allowing him more access as your hands ran through his hair, his hands following lower as well, grabbing a handful of your ass. “Bedroom?” he asked in a mumble, and you answered by nodding, breathing heavily as he continued to kiss and nibble your soft skin, but also as you started feeling nervous about what was to come.

“So we are doing this?“ You panted softly, feeling him smile against your neck as he knew you were getting nervous. “Only if you’re up for it, you tease,” he said quietly, letting you sit on the edge of the bed.  “I’ll stop here if you want me to. I don’t want to make you feel pressured, okay?” He said gently, a slight worry apparent in his voice.

You squeezed his hand on your thigh softly, shaking your head as a shy smile spread on your lips. “Stop staring then and help me get this off,” you said finally and already began stripping out of your clothes. He blinked softly, a smirk appearing on his face soon after pressing a light kiss on your hand. “Gladly,” he answered.

Your hands started wandering over his chest, wanting to get rid of his clothes in the process as well. Jihoon’s hands caressed your back in search of your bra hooks, a grunt in triumph emerging from his mouth as he found it and tried to unclasp it, making you giggle. “I got it,” you whispered and unclasped it for him, letting your bras fall on your lap.

You fell backwards to lie on the bed, gesturing him to take off his shirt before he would continue stripping you. He sighed softly, pulling the black shirt off over his head, revealing his milky skin, his lightly defined tummy and visible happy trail causing you to bite your lip.

He noticed your expression and smiled to himself, throwing his shirt somewhere on the bedroom floor. He then helped you get out of your pants, throwing them somewhere with his shirt. After that, he rose to stand up from the floor after kneeling down in front of you and just scanned over your body, his eyes hungry.

“You,” he began, caressing every curve your body up to your waist, “Are so beautiful..”

You felt yourself blush as his hands rose up to your chest, caressing your breasts. He then wasted no time in getting his pants off and crawling on top of you, still caressing your breasts. He looked at you, as if asking for permission and when you bit your lip, he knew he had it. Jihoon kissed the skin of your breast softly, playing with the other one as his mouth worked the other, swirling and nibbling on your nipple softly.

You moaned quietly, eyes fluttering shut as you ran a hand through his hair, pulling him even closer, as his mouth feeling amazing against your skin. He repeated his action with the other breast, nibbling and sucking wherever his lips could reach as his hands travelled down your torso, slender fingers tracing random patterns against your skin.

“Jihoon,” you murmured, “please stop teasing me.”

He looked up at you, pulling away from you as he smirked. “Says you who teased me first.”

You whined softly, sliding your hand from his hair to cup his cheek and kiss his lips before he got off from top of you to slide down your panties down your thighs and doing the same with removing his own boxers. His erection sprung free as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, hissing at his own touch. He was so damn sensitive.

He propped himself above you again, and aligned himself with your entrance. Jihoonw as clearly controlling himself, moving slowly and making sure you would feel as little pain as possible. You felt a slight burn when he pushed inside of you but overall, the pleasure outdid the pain by far.

“Oh my god!” You cried out when he rocked his hips into you the first time, the pain becoming much worse suddenly. Jihoon stopped moving immediately, breathing heavily. He saw tears forming at the corners of your eyes, wiping them away with his thumb. “I’m so sorry Y/N,” he murmured, previous smile turned into a pout. You dug your fingers into his forearm, a silent message that you wanted him to keep going. He kissed you softly in attempt to alleviate the pain you were feeling, and to some extent, it was helping, his soft lips keeping you distracted from the pain that quite quickly faded.

The feeling was foreign, but good nonetheless as you squeezed your eyes shut. As you got a little braver and as he relaxed more, you both started letting out moans and whimpers as you went along. He grunted as he continued to thrust in you, eyes locked with yours as he pecked your cheeks occasionally.

“You feel so good,” Jihoon said with a shaky breath, eyes tightly shut. You moaned his name unwillingly, unable to say anything else. Your hands were tgripped in his hair, your grip tightening as you began to feel the know in your stomach building up, squirming underneath him. Jihoon couldn’t help but to cuss a little, feeling how your heat was pulsating around his cock.

“Jihoon, I -“

“I know,” he panted, head buried in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses (and probably hickies) on your skin, “I am too.”

His panting got louder and he whispered a few dirty things in your ear, making you shiver. He then began thrusting  a bit faster in you, sliding his hand between your sweaty bodies, pressing his index finger against your swollen clit, gently rolling it under his finger. The pleasure was all too much and before you knew it, you came, crying out in mere pleasure as Jihoon reached his climax as well, his release ending up on your lower stomach.

He was breathless, mumbling your name as he came down from his high. He then flopped to your side, taking your face into his hands and pulling you in for a kiss. “That was amazing,” he said in awe, not knowing what else to say.

You were in a similar situation, you didn’t know what to say. You had never felt such pleasure and now that it was over, you felt almost empty and if something, very tired.

But Jihoon took care of that, as he slowly pulled you closer to his body, wanting you to do the final move yourself, and you did. You rolled close to Jihoon, throwing your leg across his body and finding a comfortable position in his arms.

“Thank you,” you whispered and he repeated the words and although you couldn’t see his expression, you could hear his smile through his breath. “How about we take a nap,” you suggested and yawned and Jihoon complied, closing his eyes and stroking up and down your arm until you both fell asleep for a short while.


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Behind The Scenes 3 (17/21)

Author’s note: I know this one is shorter than usual, sorry about that. Sorry for any errors.

Word count: 2192

Genre: angst?drama? idk (Suga, Jhope, Jungkook)

City: Singapore (Day 3)

Summary: Suga and Jhope confront Y/n about her cutting them out.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


Now that you were back from the concert, Jungkook looked as tired as ever. In your opinion, it was his own fault for being so extra the entire time. Then again, he was probably just happy things were back to normal for the two of you. The whole day before the performance was filled with his non-stop attention to make up for the day you were not speaking to him.

You wanted to see the smile back on his face so you told him a few nice words. “You guys did great today, you especially!” you smiled.

“Well, thank you for noticing.” A bit of life now back in his face.

“You seem extra tired right now, you should take a shower first.” You said.

A smirk grew on his face and he stepped closer to you. “Ok, but how about you join me?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “How about no!”

Jungkook laughed at the rejection. He wanted to keep going, but he held himself back, he knew better than to push things with you. “Well, if you change your mind, feel free to just hop in.” He walked over to his suitcase and began rummaging through it for his sleep clothes.

Oddly enough, there was a knock at the door that surprised the both of you.

“I’ll get it.” you offered and walked over to see who it was.

You looked through the peephole to see Suga and Jhope standing out in the hallway looking like lost and tired puppies. When you opened the door, they jumped up and turned to you with much urgency.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” Suga blurted out

You looked between the two of them blankly, still not wanting to talk to them. You slowly closed the door, but Jhope desperately threw his foot in its path and kept it from closing.

“Y/n.” Suga said in a soft voice. “You promised me that’d we’d talk later, now it’s later.”

He was right. You kept up with the whole silent treatment going on for long enough. Without a word, you walked back in to the room, leaving the door open so they can follow you inside. “Who was at the door, ba-“ Jungkook’s words stopped when he looked up from his suitcase and saw Suga and Jhope step into the room. “Hm? What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to have a talk with y/n.” Jhope answered.

Jungkook looked at you as your eyes wandered around the room. He came up to you and whispered, “Jimin told me everything. Are you cool with this?”

You nodded. “Just go take a shower.”

Jungkook let you all be. He walked past the three of you and to the bathroom. However, without anyone noticing, he only stayed by the restroom door and kept his eye on you as the conversation was about to begin.

“What do you guys want?” you asked.

Jhope looked over at Suga and Suga nodded that he could speak first. “Y/n, what did we do to you that you won’t speak to us?” Jhope asked.

You let out a heavy sigh, preparing for a lengthy explanation.

“Whatever we did, whatever I did, I’m sorry. We just don’t want you pushing us away like this.” Jhope added.

“… I don’t trust you guys.” you finally admitted.

The two of them looked confused and Suga was quick to get offended. “What do you mean you don’t trust us? We are your friends!”

“No, you’re not!” you raised your voice right back at him.

“Of course we’re your friends! How could you say that?!?” Jhope was confused more than anything.

You scoffed at him. “Then it doesn’t come off that way. It hasn’t in a long time!”

“What do you mean?” Suga asked.

You could feel your eyes stinging a bit at just the thought of what you were going to say, but you did your best to kept yourself at bay. “For months the both of you have been brushing me off! I’m always last for you two! You never pay attention to me cuz you were both too busy getting drunk or high, o-or when you were both lying to Aiko and Mei-hui! There was never any time for me, not even when I need you guys!”

“What are you talking about?” Suga snapped. “We have been by your side since the beginning! We have always been looking out for you!”

“But what about now?!?” your voice cracked a bit. “I need you guys now too!”

They both stayed quiet for a moment. “But we have been trying to talk to you! You were the one that was pushing us away!” Suga retorted.

“You only came to me when you were done with everything else. I was never a priority! It took you guys a few days to even realize that I wasn’t talking to either of you! Did you guys know what happened back in Beijing? Namjoon got after me and almost gave me a concussion cuz it looked like I was having “too much fun” on Jungkook’s birthday outing! Afterwards, I was scared and crying so Jungkook went to get one of you guys, but neither of you weren’t able to talk let alone be there for me!”

Both of them stayed quiet.

“Yoongi!” you finally used Suga’s real name. “Remember that little deal you made with Hiro? Big surprise, it didn’t work!” you whimpered. “Back in Os- in… in Osaka, Jimin and I were locked in the room with him! It was between me and Jimin and he came after me first!  H-h-he told me he didn’t care about the stupid money! He was going to take me if he wanted to! If-If it wasn’t for Ji-Jimin, who knows what he would have done to me!”

With tears in his eyes, Jhope asked, “Why didn’t you ever tell us? You still could have come talk to us about it…”

“Don’t say we weren’t there for you y/n! How could we have known any of this if you never said anything?!?” Suga said.

“You could have come to my room and come talk to me like before! You guys never came anymore and when I’d talk to you guys you were always on your fucking phones! It was always Mei-hui this and Aiko that! Both of you doing just as that monster told you, but what about me?!?”

“We had to!” Suga raised his voice a bit. “All this Aiko and Mei-hui stuff was for Namjoon, yeah, but it was also a way to protect you!”

“No!” you yelled. “No, no, no!” you were losing control of your voice again. “Don’t give me that bullshit! I was supposed to be the mule! Me! It was never supposed to be anyone else, but you went and opened your fucking mouth and made him change his mind! Plus, the whole reason I was supposed to be the mule in the first place is so that Hoseok can keep his fucking pills! Everything revolves around those damn fucking pills and I’m sick of it!”

Jhope lowered his head, but Suga kept at it. “I wasn’t gonna put you through having to be the mule for the whole tour! I wasn’t gonna risk anything happening to you or you getting hurt from it!” He insisted as he took a step towards you.

“So it was better to get six other girls instead?!?” you fought back.

“We care about you y/n! I care about you! At the end of the day, they were random girls, what mattered to me was that you were okay and that Namjoon got what he wanted so he wouldn’t use you against us!”

Suga’s words disgusted you. “Fuck you!” you shouted. “Don’t you hear the sick shit that’s coming out of your mouth?!?”. Your eyes shot between the two of them. Jhope had stray tears rolling down his face, while Suga fought to keep his composure. “Both of you make me sick!” you spat. “Back before the tour there was a time that I really needed you guys.” you paused to clear your throat. “I was really lonely and I felt abandoned cuz it was months s-since you guys had even snuck into my room to talk to me…” your voice began to falter, but you tried hard to keep speaking. “This was before anything had happened with Hiro and I just needed a friend. I wasn’t close to Tae or Jungkook or Jimin yet, so I looked for you guys.” you let out an ironic chuckle just thinking back to that day. You felt so stupid that at one point you felt Suga or Jhope could be there for you. “I wanted someone to vent to so I went to Hoseok’s room, but as usual, he was as high as a fucking kite!” you glared had shift from Jhope to Suga. “So I went to your room Yoongi. And no surprise, you were as wasted as can be! Stupid me stayed in your room though. I was that desperate to talk to one of my “friends”.” You studied their faces and they both looked so lost, as if you were speaking a different language. “And you wanna know what happened? You fucking kissed me because you thought I was Aiko!

“Huh? I don’t remember that!” Suga said quietly to himself, a perplexed look stayed on his face as you continued to yell at them.

“You should have heard the things you were saying that night! I know you cared about her so don’t fucking tell me she was just “some random girl” or that you were just “following orders”. I started off as just some random girl! What makes me any different from the rest of them?!? Mei-hui, Aiko, Eunhee, Lailani, Chuntao and whoever the next girl is, they were all girls that trusted you guys and were manipulated!… I’ve been stuck with you guys for what feels like years now and I’ve seen all side of you guys and accepted it all… but this, this is something else entirely! My life is not worth the lives of six others!” you cried. “I should be the one that’s dead, not the rest of those girls! It should be my body lost somewhere!” your sobs grew louder and you could feel yourself getting lost in what you were originally trying to say. “I should be dead! I should have died a long time ago! You should have let him kill me!” you screamed. “I fucking hate my fucking life! I wish I was fucking dead! If I knew this was gonna happen, I would have gladly let Namjoon kill me!”

Both boys were now overfilled with guilt and were in tears just as you were. Jhope came up to you and hugged you. He was too distraught and didn’t realize how loud he was when he said. “No y/n! Please don’t say that! Please!”

You tried to push him off because he was basically screaming in your ear.

Suga was about to walk up to you and do the same when Jungkook appeared. He pushed passed Suga and pulled Jhope off you. “Both of you leave her alone!” he ordered.

“You shut the fuck up!” Suga shouted at Jungkook. “I’m tired of your ass always getting in between us and y/n. Mind your own damn business!” Suga shouted, pulling Jungkook away from the three of you.

“It involves y/n, so it is my business!”

Suga could feel his emotions boiling. “Fuck you! You don’t mean anything to her!”

“I mean more to her than you do! You heard what she said, so both of you back off!” Jungkook said sternly, giving Suga’s shoulder a hard shove.

Suga clenched his jaw. “You’re one to talk! How many people are dead because of you, huh?” Suga got in his face and asked something he knew he would regret later, “Why don’t we ask Yoona?!?”

At just the sound of his ex’s name, a look of rage consumed Jungkook. “You fucking bastard!”. He pushed Suga hard to the wall. Jungkook charged at him, his fist drawn back to land a punch.

Suga ducked and Jungkook’s fist broke through the drywall. Suga tackled Jungkook at his core and pushed him all the way across the room and slamming him against the wall and causing a large portrait to be knocked down, shattering the glass table that was under it.

Jhope ran over to you and shielded you from the fight. “Guys! Stop!” he begged.

They didn’t listen and kept fighting. Jungkook shoved Suga off him and as Suga caught his balance, Jungkook landed a solid punch on his eye.

Suga stumbled and caught himself again, this time with the dresser and accidentally knocked the TV over in the process. Still seeing red, Jungkook attacked Suga with a series of punches, each one landed on Suga anywhere from the gut to the top of his head. Suga never had a chance to recover or fight back.

With all the fighting and the crying, no one noticed Rap monster step into the room until his voice boomed. “What the fucking is going on here?!?”

In that moment, Jungkook landed one last punch on Suga’s jaw and Suga fell to the floor unconscious.


Finals are coming up *screams into the abyss* so for any of you guys that also feel like they are drowning, I hope you don’t. *cries and crawls back to textbooks*

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Roman Reigns Blurb - The Job Offer

I couldn’t believe I was actually graduating from law school today. As I sat in the sea of graduates, I looked around and tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was about to officially be done with school. Forever. It was mind-blowing and overwhelming all at once. I watched the last of the graduating class accept their diplomas and just like that, it was over. School was done. And the real world was waiting.


“What’s on your mind, babe,” Roman looked at me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

“Nothing’s wrong, hun,” I said, “I just can’t believe it’s over.” I looked around at everyone scattered around the yard of the end-of-the-year block party we were attending. “Now we all have to go out and get jobs and shit. Be actual adults.” It was daunting to even begin thinking about. “Not you, obviously, you already have a job. I’m the one making the leap into the real world. Finally. At twenty-eight years old.” I had prolonged my schooling for as long as possible and was now on the brink of being forced to be an actual adult. At twenty-eight.

“Speaking of, how did your interview go with Stephanie yesterday?” he asked.

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A Night Alone (Jaewon Smut)

Originally posted by minoswhore

Requested

POV: First

Rated M (Mature)

Kinks: None

Admins: Nari and Zion

I zipped up my suitcase and looked up at myself in the mirror. I groaned at the sight of a lock of hair being out of place and set it back into place. Tonight was a special occasion and I didn’t want to look like a mess. This was the one night where I could finally be alone with my boyfriend of three years, Jaewon or otherwise known by his stage name of One. He was always busy with something and it took away so much precious time to the point where he seemed like a stranger.

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anonymous asked:

Playing w/ the boys hair

I’m assuming you wanted a headcanon for this? Otay!

Noctis

I think he wouldn’t care if you start playing with his hair, but it really depends on his mood. I like to think he, along with Prompto, would wake up with the biggest bed-hair. If you decide to play with his hair, he’s probably going to be a tiny bit frustrated since it would probably take a while to get his hair what he wanted in the first place. His hair doesn’t cooperate, so he wouldn’t want anyone to mess with that. He would take off whatever you tried to do to his hair like braiding it and such. Noctis wouldn’t want to show off his braided hair to the boys. But if he’s having a hard time falling asleep for example, I think he would love it if you play or stroke his hair until he falls asleep.

Prompto

Sunshine would absolutely love it if you play with his hair! He’d insist on putting on a flower crown on him if you know how to make one. Prompto would try to learn how to make a flower crown with you and try to learn how to braid your hair or something. I also get the feeling he would love it if his hair gets pulled on if the two of you get it on -wink wink-. He’d never take off whatever you did to his hair. The only no-no for him is dying his hair. I think he wouldn’t want to damage his hair chemically. Other than that, he would gladly do stuff like hair mask and such.

Gladio

I don’t think he would admit that he actually likes his hair being played with because he likes the feeling of your fingers going through his hair. I like to think that’s probably why he kept it long. Like Prompto, he likes getting his hair pulled and pulling on your hair if they’re long enough to grab onto. Although, he would just let you stroke his hair or help put it in a pony tail, but he wouldn’t let you braid his hair or anything like that. I can see the only exception would if he has a daughter and he’ll let her do whatever she wants with his hair as long as it doesn’t involve scissors near his hair. You know how kids are….

Ignis

I think he wouldn’t let anyone go near his hair at all. He likes styling his hair and wouldn’t let anyone go near his hair at all. He doesn’t want his hair to get messed up. If he’s sleeping or laying down with you, he wouldn’t mind having your fingers go through his hair. But other than that, it would be a huge no for him. Not that he’s vain about his hair, but like he went through a lot of effort making it look like the style he wanted.

brain freeze

anonymous asked: can I please request an imagine with joe watching “you” and casp film the brain freeze challenge and just being overly protective with you? hahaha, thank you~

Word Count: 1,475 (not sorry lol)

Rating: PG-13

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“I still don’t like this. It could be dangerous you know,” Joe murmured from the bed as he watched you rummage through your suitcase for the swimming costume you had packed. You were both staying at Caspar’s for a few days, and he had decided it was a great time to film some collabs.

“You survived, didn’t you? Joe I’ll be fine, besides, Casp’s fans have been begging for him to film this ever since you filmed yours,” you grinned. It always made you a bit warm and fuzzy when Joe got protective over you, and you were perfectly fine with milking it for all it was worth.

“You have no idea how cold you’re going to be. I couldn’t feel my toes for a solid three hours afterwards,” he cautioned. You rolled your eyes at him, slipping out of your clothes and into your bikini.

“Joe, I’ll be fine,” you repeated, walking over and giving him a quick kiss before leaving the room. He pouted but got up to follow you anyways.

You could hear Caspar dumping the multiple bags of ice into his bathtub as you headed for his room.

“You ready for this?” He seemed excited, carefully avoiding Joe’s gaze. You watched as your boyfriend climbed onto the counter, perching there.

“As ready as I’m ever going to be. Have you got everything set up?” He nodded, pointing towards all the camera’s and lights. Josh was there as well, ready to help with filming.

“Alright then, might as well get started. Josh you good?” Caspar asked before sitting down on the toilet seat and beginning the intro.

“Hello everyone my name’s Caspar Lee, and today I’ve got a special guest with me! It’s Joe’s girlfriend Y/N, and it’s time for another episode, of brain freeze.”

You did a little dance as the camera panned to you, trying to keep a straight face when you saw Joe’s glare. Caspar saw it too, and jumped at the opportunity.

“I think Joe is afraid that I’m going to kill her,” Casp whispered to the camera, Josh swinging the camera over to him. He was still glowering and the three of you laughed.

“I kinda want to feel it first,” you said, stepping close to the tub and dipping your foot in.

“OH MY GOD!” The water was even colder than you had expected, your skin burning at the temperature change.

“I told you it was cold!” Joe exclaimed, making you stick your tongue out at him.

“Is this the part where I say my dick has shrunk 3 inches and you flash #Y/Nhasabigwillie on the screen?” You tease, turning to look at the camera, knowing that he was definitely putting that in. “Alright, let’s get on with it.”

Caspar nodded at you, and as quickly as you could, you submerged your body in the water.

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The Summer (13/30)

The Summer (13/30) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 15,145 Words

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

(Previous) (AO3) (Masterlist)

Warnings: slight misunderstandings

Chapter Thirteen

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3 AM

Requested by @morgan-the-first-blog: How about when it’s a chilly January night/morning and Shawn comes home sleepy from a long day of work to mess with you in the cutest way ever?

Note: not my gif

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Shawn: hey, babe, I’m going to be working late at the studio tonight, don’t wait up - I love you :)

You sigh, picking up the plate that you made for your boyfriend, scraping the contents of it into a ziploc container.

Looks like another long night to yourself.

Usually on nights like these, you would text Aaliyah and see if her and her mom would be up for a little girls’ night. Sometimes - they weren’t able to, but other times they would drop everything and come over to your place to pamper yourselves and watch a movie and just hangout. However, this time, you texted your own sister, knowing you haven’t seen her in a while.

Your sister replied that she was so happy to be invited over, and that she’ll be over in a few, which made you ecstatic. Ever since you moved out and into a place with Shawn, you were closer to his family than yours and saw them a lot more often then you did yours. That wasn’t something you hated - you absolutely loved the Mendes family, as they told you, you were apart of the family. But, there was a certain sad element to knowing you couldn’t see your own family all the time. Although, at this point in your life - Shawn was your family. And that made you happy.

Your sister, Camille, would be graduating soon, valedictorian of her class, which made you incredibly proud of her. She had always been the one that never got into trouble and got all the good grades throughout your school career. That’s something you could never take from her - but, she always had her eye on Shawn, telling you how lucky you were to have a guy like him. She was happy for you in that way - you finally got a man that she knew deserved you.

“Cam!” You say excitedly, opening the door for her and pulling her inside.

“Hey, Y/N!” She smiles, hugging you tightly. “Man, traffic sucked getting here.”

You frown slightly, that wasn’t very awesome news.

“I’m sorry, I know how far the commute over here is, I should’ve thought about that.”

“No, it’s okay! I would gladly drive forty-five minutes to get here, plus the extra twenty I spent in traffic.” She takes off her coat.

You cringe at the thought, you would’ve been in such an awful mood after that.

“So, are we getting this ladies’ night started or what?” Cam said, clapping her hands and raising her eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, come on.” You smile.


By the time Cam left, the big hand on the clock had passed the twelve, four times, signaling that it was eleven o’clock PM. 

You know that Shawn had told you he was going to be really late and to not wait up - but you couldn’t help yourself.

You grabbed some popcorn and settled in on the couch, flipping through the TV channels and watching The Intern, for the thousandth time.

You had dozed off a few times, the clock showing 3 AM and you yawn as you take into account that Shawn was not yet back from the studio. He really wasn’t kidding about working late; you shake your head and get up from the couch, stretching your arms and start you trek up to the bedroom.

But, you stop, hearing a key slide into the lock and jiggle for a second before the door opens - revealing your sleep deprived boyfriend.

“Hey, babe.” He yawns. “I told you not to wait up for me.”

You shrug, happy he was home as it felt like you two haven’t seen each other in a while. You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and he buries his face into your shoulder, his arms holding you tight around the waist.

“I’ve missed you.” He said, his voice muffled by your sweatshirt.

“I missed you, too. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

You take his hand, leading him to the bedroom, his other hand rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

As soon as you two were ready for bed, you got under the covers and turned off the lights, both of you knowing how tired the other one was.

But suddenly, after a few moments of shuffling and then silence, you feel a finger poke you in the side.

“Shawn, what the hell are you doing?” You mumble, scooting away from him.

“Babe, I just want to play.” He laughs, his voice laced with drowsiness.

“Shawn, we’re not dogs and you’re exhausted. We need some sleep.”

“But baby,” Shawn whines, sitting up and falling on top of you.

His fingers dig into your sides again, but this time it was lighter, and in all the right places.

You burst out laughing, trying to get away from the weirdo who was your boyfriend.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Shawn starts to laugh.

“Shawn, stop tickling me!” You squeal, squirming to get out of his grasp.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Shawn chuckles, putting his hands up in surrender.

You gasp for breaths, trying to ease the cramps in your stomach that he caused.

“Jeez, Shawn, what’s up with you?” You ask, breathing hard.

“I don’t know, I think I’m delirious.” He says, amused. “But I’m super tired, so I have like, no idea what I’m doing.”

You glance at him strangely.

“You are making no sense.” You say, trying to catch your breath.

“I think my brain has just realized how much I missed you and it’s telling that I can’t sleep until I spend a good twenty minutes with you.”

Hearing that, honestly, made your heart flutter, but you also knew just how tired he was. He’s been gone doing things, for almost 24 hours.

“I just love you, a lot.” He pouts cutely and leans over to scatter a  million little kisses over your face.

You smile at how cute he’s being, but know that his brain is more than likely going to shut down at any moment.

“Shawn,” you say, right before he kisses your lips. “We need to get some sleep.”

“I have a better idea.” He smirks, and you really don’t like the sound of this.

Shawn gets out of bed and turns on the stereo you have in your bedroom, fidgeting with a few things right before you hear a familiar melody come from the speakers.

Honest is playing softly, until Shawn turns the volume up, which makes you have to go over and turn it down - a lot.

“Shawn, oh my god, we’re not having a dance party right now; no wonder our neighbors hate us.” You laugh.

“Babe,” Shawn takes your hands, making you sway to the music with him. “Our neighbors hate us because they’re assholes - we can’t change that fact.”

You sigh, giving in to the sweet temptation and rock with Shawn slightly until the time is about 5 AM…and Shawn just about passes out in your arms.

“Goodnight, Shawn.” You say, resting against him, getting comfortable.

“Mm,” Shawn barely gets out, due to his brain collapsing thanks to the little sleep he’s gotten.

Man, this boy was crazy, but you were crazy in love with him.

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Negans Dirty Girl- Chapter 2

Warnings: Swearing, eventual Smut, minor violence, age difference 

It had been two weeks since you were stuffed in the back of a truck and brought to Negan’s sanctuary with no explanation on why.? you hadn’t even seen Negan since Alexandria,yet you didn’t know if it was a good or a bad thing. What exactly had he brought you here for? Dwight had mentioned that Negan would eventually need to speak with you once you got there,but two weeks later and he hadn’t even shown his face.

you couldnt take it here much longer, Negan had this place organized like a prison, yet with the aesthetic of some sort of kingdom. It was obvious who dictated the kingdom due to the fear in peoples eyes when they spoke or heard of his name. He had assigned jobs to everyone, and you had been placed with maid duty. Negan even had  special “slutty maid” costumes he had requested the maids wear.  At first you wondered what kind of sick joke it was, but hearing how people spoke of what happened to those who didn’t follow his rules scared you to death.

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you were cleaning one of the bedrooms on the third floor when you heard a knock

“Negans ready for you. Come with me.” Dwight turned around, expecting you to follow.

He took you to the 14th floor, which was the last floor of the compound. He lead you to to the only door that was on that floor, which of course  was Negans. Dwight looked at you with a look you couldn’t interpret. It was like he was trying to tell you something, but you didn’t know what. Was Negan going to kill you now? Did he know?

You stood in the hallway for a good five minutes in fear of facing him alone. Your stomach churned as you raised your hand to knock.

knock knock knock

You stood there in silence for a while until you heard the faint sound of a woman’s voice. You slowly walked closer, pressing your ear against the door as you listened.

“Negan i have to go.” you heard what sounded to be a woman laugh/moan.

“Oh god hes having sex.” you though to yourself as you heard the doorknob start to jiggle. You quickly started  walking towards the elevator before anyone saw you.

“Going somewhere Doll?” You  turned to face him slowly.

“No I uh I knocked, but um you seemed kind of busy..”You blushed as Amber walked towards the elevator, giving you a smile.

“Well I’m free now. Come in, we have some fucking business to take care of.”You follow Negan inside, closing the door behind you. You could feel yourself start to shake from nerves as he propped himself against his desk.

“I’m going to ask you some fucking questions and you better be damned sure you tell me the truth, got it?”  You couldn’t speak, all you could do was nod.

“Good girl.Now, be honest, which one are you actually fucking? Rick or his son? Or better damn yet, both?”

“Why do you think I’m sleeping with one of them?” You spoke, but it came out more of a whisper.

“Because no man risks their life for a pretty face, unless she has one hell of a fucking pussy to go with it.” He was now remarkably close. You could smell the mixture of bourbon and peppermint on his breath. Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked for an answer, but you couldn’t think of anything. All you could focus on was his closeness to you. You could feel the body heat radiating off of him, and you had a foreign feeling in your stomach that grew stronger and stronger. Were you actually turned on?

“ I- I’m not sleeping with them sir, I swear.” You finally manage to get out

“Well, whatever the fucks going on, its working. As you should already damn well know I want half of Ricks shit. You’re here so I can compromise an agreement.”

“What do you mean an agreement?” You looked at him confused

“I’m offering your ass back off to Rick as soon as he gives me everything i fucking want with NO problem. For the mean time you are going to be living here. Now I am going to give you two options princess. You can either continue your time here as a damn maid, or you can be one of my wives and live like a fucking queen.Choice seems pretty obvious. You should know, there is no other option.”

“One of your wives?” You question him

“One of my wives. Your only job will be to fulfill my sexual desires whenever my fucking dick gets hard, princess.“ He towered over you like before, except this time you were in pure shock. Was this why he made sure you were 18 before taking you here? to make you one of his many whores? How many even were there, and was that Amber girl one of them?

You laugh sarcastically “I’d rather keep my job,thanks though.”

He placed one hand on the wall behind you before bending down to whisper in your ear. “You sure you don’t wanna be my dirty girl? You sure would be my fucking favorite with a body like that.”  He bit down on his bottom lip as he eyed you from head to toe.

“I’m not into old men, sorry.” You slip out on accident, before covering your mouth with your own hand. You could tell you pissed him off, which was a big mistake.

 dammit, stop thinking out loud

“You made your damn choice. Now if you pull any fucking shit I will humiliate you in front of everyone, and Lucille will gladly fucking help me with that, and ill have to find another way to get Ricks shit.” He growled

“you’re dismissed.” He turned his back towards you obviously angry as you walked towards the door, ready to finally be out of there.

“Oh and doll?” You stopped dead in your tracks, facing him. “You still a virgin?”

You nodded slowly

“Good.” He smirked



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Just like the leaves ~ George Weasley imagines

Can you write an autumn George imagine. Maybe at a Hogsmeade trip, where y/n are good friends, but he asks her out. Or whatever. By the way, I absolutely love your imagines. <3

~Just like the leaves~

The autumn breeze blew through your hair as you stepped outside with a bunch of other Hogwarts students for the fall trip to Hogsmeade. You gazed up at the trees as they shed their red, brown, and yellow leaves. 

You couldn’t contain your excitement. Not only were you going to Hogsmeade, but you were going to Hogsmeade with your best friend, George Weasley. 

You and George go back a while. When you were younger, your mom and dad were close friends with Molly and Arthur Weasley, so naturally, you spent a lot of time with them. Sometimes, your parents would let you stay over at the Burrow for the holidays and during the summer. Even though you were good friends with the rest of the Weasley children, you were closer with George than anyone else. 

George knew everything about you and you knew everything about him. But, what he didn’t know was that you have had a crush on him since you and him first started going to Hogwarts. 

While you were lost in thought, George ran up behind you and poked you in the stomach, trying to get your attention. “Hi, Georgie!” You said with a smile, giving him a hug. He hugged you back, but slightly tighter than you did. When you both pulled away, George put his arm around your shoulder. “Are you excited?” He asked, turning his face to look at you. “Yup! Where should we go first?” You asked. You both thought for a moment.

“Zonko’s” You and George said at the same time.

You two laughed. Everything went silent as Professor McGonagall stood in front of everyone and began to talk about the expectations of going into Hogsmeade. You and George zoned out, whispering to each other where you two were going to go once you get there. Finally, Professor McGonagall said “Let’s go!”, and everyone followed her.

~At Hogsmeade~

“Alright, to Zonko’s!” George shouted, grabbing your hand, causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. You two made your way to Zonko’s and stepped inside. George became ecstatic as he ran around the shop, looking at all the displays and showing them to you. His excitement made you smile. 

After Zonko’s, you two went to Honeydukes. You and George bought all the sweets you could get your hands on. You had gotten Sugar Quills, Liquorice Wands, Fizzing Whizzbees, Chocolate Frogs, Cauldron Cakes, and Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. 

You and George sat down on a bench, putting your multiple bags down on the ground. You let out a sigh and rested your head on George’s shoulder. “That was fun” You said, looking up at George. He grinned. “It was” He said, putting his head on yours. The moment felt perfect. 

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?” George said softly

“Sure” You answered.

“I don’t believe you’ve ever told me who you like. Can you?" 

Your stomach lurched. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” You thought. “You never told me who you like. Can you tell me?” You said. “Touché” George laughed.

“Okay, how about both of us at the same time say who we like” George suggested. You took in a deep breath and agreed. “Okay… 1…2…3…”

“You” George and you said in unison.

Immediately, Yours and George’s eyes became wide. You were about to say something, but George covered your mouth with his hand. “You like me?” George asked, his expression still full of shock.

You licked his hand so he would move it, and you were successful. He let out a girlish squeal, and wiped your saliva on your sleeve, which made you laugh. “George, you’re so thick sometimes” You said, a small giggle escaping your lips. “Well, so are you. How is it possible that you didn’t know I’ve liked you since before our first year?” George said, his face turning slightly red.

Your face began to turn red also.

“I’m sorry I never told you. I was just worried that it would ruin our friendship and-” George began to say, but you quickly cut him off.

“Just kiss me” You giggled. George smirked and said “Gladly”.

He cupped your face in his hands and pulled you closer to him. You both closed your eyes when your lips touched. The kiss was slow and soft, making you feel warm on this cold day. Suddenly, Fred and Dean Thomas walked over to you two, and interrupted the kiss.

“Well, it’s about time!” Dean said, making Fred laugh. You and George laughed along. You gave George a kiss on the cheek and smiled.

You had fallen for George.

Just like the leaves.

~END~

Thank you for requesting!

anonymous asked:

Can we get a session scene between Dr. Quinzel and the joker?

Today, I’m going to be strong. Mr. J will not rattle me today. Today, I’m the doctor and he’s the patient; like it’s supposed to be. Harleen held her chin up high as she walked through Arkham to the therapy room, her pep talk echoing through her mind. She held Joker’s extensive binder close to her chest and walked with determination- with what she hoped was a game face on. However, her words became muddied and incoherent as she came closer and closer, when the room was in sight she took deep breaths trying to calm her hammering heart. Mr. J’s games will not bother me today. Mr. J’s games will- She reached the door.

Before she opened it, she straightened her clothes out and slipped a mint into her mouth. She took one last gulp of air, smiled at the guards, and unlatched the door.

“Oh!” Harleen jumped as she realized there was already someone in the room. “Good afternoon, Mr. J.” She smiled, running a hand through her hair.

Mr. J smiled, “You’re late.” Harleen tripped over her shoes at that smile.

“Am I? Or are you just early?” She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “I am. Two minutes late.”

Joker grinned, “Unacceptable.”

“Well I hope you don’t turn me in,” She giggled, making her way to the table and sat down across from him. Placing his file before her. “How are you feeling, Mr. J?”

“Fantastic,” He purred, eyes watching her every move, “Better than I was those two minutes I was sat here alone. How are you, my harlequin?”

“I’m—“ Harleen stopped fiddling with the folder and glanced up at him. That glance quickly became staring as his dangerous beauty struck her again. His eyes were bright, crazed and unblinking as they watched her. His smile was large, joyous as he waited for her answer. Harleen heart hammered, the nerves rising in her throat she tried to swallow them down and answer him. Had he gotten even more handsome? Surely that wasn’t possible.

“I’m ready to get started.” Her voice shook slightly, she hoped he couldn’t hear it. But by the slight twinge of humor added to his eyes she could see that he had.

So they started, Harleen began with asking what he saw in inkblots which quickly turned into him asking her what she saw in the inkblots. Then she did word association which ended up as him asking what she thought the words meant to her. After that, he told her a story about how he captured Batman by making him slip on grape soda. Harleen laughed until tears ran down her cheeks at that.

Productive day.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Harleen looked through her papers until she found the right one, “Last time you asked how many guards were on staff? I asked around, counted a bit myself, and the consensus is one-hundred working at one time. However, it does get up to about one-hundred-fifty at nights.”

Excellent,” Joker sighed, rolling his head around his shoulders as he took that information in. “Good girl.”

“Two minutes.” The guard knocked on the door like breaking glass. Disappointment flooded into Harleen’s heart and she dipped her head, starting to clean up the table.

“Doctor,” Joker’s voice purred breaking through her disappointment, “I have one more request of you.”

“What is it, Mr. J?” She looked up at him. Then she realized that she didn’t care if he asked for a hundred requests, she would break herself to make him happy.

In a response, Mr. J puckered his lips and closed his eyes. Smiling, Harleen was rising out of her seat and leaning over the desk before she could think twice.

“I don’t want to see anymore sadness,” Mr. J locked eyes with her before their lips made contact, “We’ll be together again tomorrow. 2 o’clock.”

Harleen nodded staring at his lips as she leant closer.

“Right, doctor?” He backed away, “No more sadness or you won’t be my little helper.”

She nodded again with more certainty, “Right.”

“Good girl.” He said again, smiled, and leant into her. Harleen made the final move and finally their lips touched.

This wasn’t their first kiss, but it had the same effect on Harleen that they all did. Her lips would burn, she would open her mouth and beg him for more. Joker’s mouth was never still he kept turning his head, the second she thought he’d be still he would turn again and force her to catch up with him. She gladly would. However, she was always so struck but how tender his lips were. The man with the scared face and brutal way of looking at the world, kissed her softly.  

Just as Harleen tried to grab his face to bring him closer, he pulled away.

“That’s enough for today.” He smiled, face moving back and forth like a metronome, “I have to leave something for tomorrow.”

She blushed.


Harleen closed her office door. Her shaking knees finally giving out as she fell against it, exasperated. She dropped Joker’s folder to the floor and tore off her lab coat, body sweating. Waving a hand against her face like a fan, she tried to control her breathing. 

She wanted to touch his face, his chest, his beating heart. She had only been gone a few minutes and she already wanted to run back to him. She missed his warmth, his smile, his laugh. His lips on hers. 

A seductive voice reached her ear, go to him.

How did he make her feel this way? How could she still feel his effect on her when they were so far away? Why did she continuously want to kiss him?  Murderer, murderer, murderer she chanted in her mind trying to calm her body. But the words were nothing to her, they might as well been from a different language. Harleen clutched her heart and realized something she knew for a long time. She didn’t care if he was in a straight jacket, she didn’t care that he was her patient, she didn’t even care that he had committed hundreds of crimes All that mattered to her now was his smile and his lips and oh, god his beautiful face lighting up when would hear an answer he liked.

She had fallen in love.

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Unexpected

Request: Anon said: Hi! I absolutely loved your Jack Maynard imagine and I was wondering if you could do another one? If you can could it be something where you maybe meet through Conor, like you film a cover with him and then he introduces you to Jack? Thank you xx

Summary: The reader and Conor Maynard are filming a cover of a song together. While the reader is over, the reader meets Jack Maynard.

Word Count: 743

Pairing: Jack Maynard x Reader

Universe/Fandom: Youtube - Jack Maynard Fandom (? lol)

Warnings: None :)

A/N: I hope you enjoy! I’m sorry for taking forever to complete your request! Much love :) I’m sorry if it doesn’t meet your expectations ):

Originally posted by hidden-in-a-dreams-gifs

(Cheeky gif, doesn’t belong to me though! Credits to owner)


You tapped your foot as you waited for Conor to come and open the door. Today, you two were recording a cover of Don’t Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers. The door swings open and Conor stood there with a huge smile on his face. “Conor!” You exclaim.

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If you ever find yourself handling blue dollars, it may already be too late.

I don’t have a gambling problem. That’s the first thing I want known. It’s also what they all say, right? No, I’m not addicted to gambling, but I have a co-dependency issue with someone who is.

I’m not the coolest guy on the block, and I’m not particularly good at anything. Ted is, though, and we’ve been best friends since we were four. He’s the one who always pushes forward blindly into adventures, and I guess I’m the one who always gets him back out when things go sideways. There’s always been an element of luck to our continued physical and financial survival, but never more than now.

We’d flown out to Napa Valley for a friend’s wedding—and already ditched the reception party at around eleven. I could hardly afford to do anything; I’d only been able to come because Ted had bought me a ticket. Because I was only there on his generosity, I followed him to the quiet and rather empty bars that sparsely dotted the area. It was beautiful country, filled with vineyards and history, but it was not a party town. This frustrated Ted, of course, who began plying locals with drinks in order to interrogate them about local hotspots. “Somebody has to be having fun in this town,” he would say with a grin.

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anonymous asked:

HIS FUCKING UNDONE BELT. WHAT THE FUCK. HOW THE FUCK IS HE REAL. I'M SO TURNED ON. HOLY SHIT. AND THE ANGLE. FEELS LIKE I'M ABOUT TO SUCK HIS DICK WHICH I WOULD GLADLY DO. FUCK.

I FUCKING KNOW RIGHT???? LIKE I WANNA PULL THAT FUCKING BELT OFF HIM COMPLETELY AND FUCK HIM RIGHT THERE. I CANNOT. HOLY SHIT

Scott- Just This

Request-  4 and 18 with scott please!! ily

4.  “I really want to hang up the Christmas lights but I’m short and there’s no one else here, but you’re my neighbor and you’re also a lot taller than me.”

18.  Under the mistletoe

A/N- Enjoy!

You dragged the huge box of Christmas lights out onto your front porch with a huff, staring down at the mess of cords and bulbs beneath you. It was mid-December, and you were excited to decorate, but as you stared up at the roof of your porch, you began to have second thoughts.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to climb on top of that railing and risk snapping your neck (well, maybe it was that), but you were also what your friend Stiles like to call vertically challenged. Being short had its perks, like being able to squeeze into good places for hide and seek, or being able to hide in crowds, but in this case it didn’t do you any good.
Your parents had asked you to put up all of the lights, and that meant the top ones too. You settled for the ones wrapping around the railing first, but when you tried to balance on top of it to get them higher up, you found yourself losing your balance more than once. This probably wouldn’t have been a big deal if there hadn’t been anyone around, but as you slipped off the railing and slammed into the ground, your nextdoor neighbor just happened to be taking out his trash.
He stepped outside right as you slipped on the vinyl railing and slammed into the ground. You landed on your back, tangled in the lights you had so carefully been trying to put up, and Scott had just seen everything.
“Oh my god,” he breathed, dropping the plastic bag in his yard and running over.
He skidded into the grass next to your aching body, and you coughed as he leaned over you, his hands on either side of your shoulders. “Y/n?! Are you okay?!”
“Yes,” you croaked. “I just fell.”
“Yeah, I saw that,” he breathed, his lips twitching into that crooked grin.
You sighed and glanced between the two of you, noting how little space there was. “Are you planning on giving me CPR or something? Or can I get up now?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, flushing. “Here.”
He moved away from you and reached out a hand to help you up, and you gladly let him pull you to your feet. You huffed and brushed off the lights tangled around your body, staring at the half-finished decor in defeat.
“Maybe I should take a break.”
“Decorating, huh?” Scott asked. “It looks like you were doing a good job before you fell.”
You elbowed him in the side and he laughed. “I’m serious.”
“Yeah, well I got the bottom ones just fine,” you explained. “It’s just that I can’t exactly reach the top ones.”
“Why didn’t you call what’s-his-name?” Scott questioned. “He’s tall…and your boyfriend. I’m sure he would help.”
“See, he’s not exactly my boyfriend anymore,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Oh,” he said softly, his brown eyes brightening.
“Go ahead, say I told you so,” you said.
“Y/n-”
“You’ve been telling me he was an ass for a year,” you reminded him. “You were right.”
“Hey, I never said that,” he protested.
You sighed. “Not in so many words…but I should have listened. You’re my friend, and you wanted to look out for me, I just didn’t listen .”
“I’m not going to say I told you so,” he promised. “But I’m glad he’s gone.”
He reached out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you placed your hand over his. “Thank you…but these lights aren’t going to hang themselves.”
“Right,” Scott said with a grin, climbing up on the railing. “I’ll do the top ones for you. You probably shouldn’t be up here.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but you picked up the fallen lights and handed them up to him. You walked back up the porch to hand him the rest, and you leaned against the railing to watch as he finished what would have taken you three times as long. When he was done, he grabbed the edge of the roof and swung onto the porch with a proud grin on his face.
“Show-off,” you stated with a roll of your eyes.
“Only for you,” he said.
“Do you want to come in for a little?” you asked. “I was thinking of making cookies.”
“Sure,” he told you. “But I have one more decoration for you.”
“What?” you asked.
“Close your eyes.”
“Scott-” you started to protest.
“Just do it?” he asked softly. “Please?”
“Fine,” you grumbled, shutting your eyes. “But you better make it quick. I want cookies.”
“Okay, open.”
You opened your eyes and looked at him in confusion, only to find that he was holding something above your head. His raised hand held a couple leaves of plastic mistletoe, and it was currently dangling above the two of you.
“Seriously?” you asked.
He shrugged. “It was in the box with the lights. I snagged it when you weren’t looking.”
“Alright, McCall,” you said. “So what’s your game plan?”
“There wasn’t really a plan,” he admitted. “Just this.”
You smiled as he leaned forward, bringing his arm down so that he could run his palm over your cheek. His thumb briefly brushed your lips, before he leaned in and kissed you on your front porch. You wrapped your arms around him, and he took the opportunity to lift you up and set you on the railing of the porch.
You briefly wondered if you were going to fall, but with Scott’s arms around you, you knew that would never happen. When he finally pulled away, he was staring down at you with a goofy smile on his face. “I’ve been waiting to do that for ages.”
You smiled and hopped off the railing, grabbing his hand. “Still wanna come inside?”
“Hell yes,” he breathed.
You grinned and started to head toward the door, but an idea suddenly flew into your head. “Oh!”
You darted forward and grabbed the extension cord from the lights, and plugged it into the outlet on the porch. Even though it was still daylight, the lights lit up with a cheery glow, causing you and Scott to smile.
“Come on,” you told him, grabbing his hand and tugging him inside. “Cookies?”
Scott smiled and nodded, but as you pulled him in and shut the door, you realized that all you wanted to do was kiss him again.
“You know what?” you asked. “I think the cookies can wait.”
Scott grinned as you pulled him against you, and suddenly, cookies were the furthest thing from his mind.