and now for me to ruin my girls reputation

Pinky Promise (pt. 1 of my Le Duo verse)

Pairing(s): Luke Evans/Josh Gad

Summary: Luke isn’t intimidated by a simple babysitting gig, okay? He really isn’t. He’s performed live in front of massive audiences on West End and seen his face on the big screen all around the world. Needless to say, he’s definitely not scared of some little girls. Especially not Josh Gad’s adorable little girls. Nope, not scared at all.


The front door is pretty average; tall and sturdy and probably a little expensive, but plain. Certainly nothing to be intimidated by. Except that Luke knows the man of his dreams is just behind that door. And with him, his beautiful wife and two daughters. God, he really should just turn around and feign some deadly illness because the whole situation is too absurd.

When Josh had asked him for a favor, Luke had foolishly agreed without knowing anything, jumping at any opportunity to please like an overeager puppy. He hadn’t realized that the favor would involve going just long enough without seeing Josh to make Luke really miss him and then sleeping over at Josh’s house with the two most important little people in his friend’s life. It was all a giant domestic tease that Luke wasn’t sure he could handle.

Luke never thought that he would be trying to get into Gaston’s headspace outside of shooting Beauty and the Beast (because really, who would willingly put themselves in that guy’s headspace for any other reason?), but he found himself taking out his phone and pulling up the camera app, trying to let courage show through his eyes on the screen as he channeled his character’s outrageous self-confidence.

“You are Luke Evans, and you are clever, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You are the perfect babysitter, and you have noth
ing to worry about.”

He cocked an eyebrow for effect, starting to feel even less self-assured at how silly he looked, when he heard the door unlatch. He immediately shoved his phone in his pocket and felt heat rising to his cheeks as the door swung open and he looked up into Josh’s amused eyes.

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He understands. Draco Malfoy x Reader

Type-fluff Warnings-bullying, language. Word count- I haven’t a slightest clue. ___________________________________________ p>My mum, being a muggle, never quite understood what it was like to be a wizard. My father was a wizard, but he died long ago, killed by you-know-who himself. Twice every week I make sure to send my mum a letter and every now and then I also send her a book containing information about the wizard of world and It’s internal workings. She found it to be as fascinating as I did.
Today, coincidentally, is Tuesday, the day I send my mother another letter.
The problem is I have to be sneaky about it since everyone in my house thinks both my parents are wizard. Hell, they think I’m a pure-Blood.
Especially Draco Malfoy, I’ve made lovely aquatints with him just because he thinks I have Pure wizard Blood.
Walking to the owlery, I made positive to look around corners for slytherin students. I can almost imagine the horrid things Draco and Pansy would say, “would you look at that! Poor Y/N! Tricking us to think that she’s actually a pure-blood! To think we were friends with her once!”
Draco and I are such lovely friends I don’t think I could ever lose him.
He might just hate me for lying all along if he ever finds out.
Once I arrived at the Owlery, I placed my paper on the old wooden table and took a quill out to start writing my mum’s letter.
“Dear Mum, I haven’t found another book to send you in the library, but classes have gone tremendously well. I’m the third best student in my year. Following Hermione and Draco of course. But Professor McGonagall said if I keep up the good work I might beat them both. How’s work in the muggle world? I’ve taken up muggle studies this year just to see what they think of muggles and it certainly give me a laugh. Please respond soon, I haven’t heard back from you in two weeks and it’s worried me to no end. Love Y/N.”
I shoved the letter into an envelope, looking around for my barn owl Clowe but he wasn’t there. He must be in my dormitory.
I pushed the letter into my green robe and hurried off to the Slytherin dormitories.
On my way there, I heard the chattering of students, talking about their Trip to Hogsmeade and how the sweets shoppe was absolutely amazing.
Finally at my dormitory, I saw that Clowe was nowhere to be found. I don’t get it, it’s Saturday, I haven’t sent him for anything else. Damn, he must be off playing with Harry’s owl Hedwig. First term, Clowe took a fancy to Hedwig and it’s nearly impossible to separate the two.
I grumbled In frustration and shoved the letter behind my pillow.
I grabbed one of my favorite books and headed out to the Slytherin common room. Everyone else was most likely still at Hogsmeade, leaving just me and the warmth of the green fireplace.
I’d been reading about a fascinating muggle who fell in love with a witch, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned my head to see the familiar blond hair and striking silver eyes staring down at me.
“Reading again now are we, Y/N?”
He smirked at me.
“Certainly. You should try it sometime Draco, you see, you use your eyes and piece all these words together to form sentences–”
“–I know how to read you tosspot!”
He smiled at me, looking over my shoulder to see what I was reading.
“Where on earth did you get a muggle book?”
Frozen and wide eyed, I quickly tried to correct him.
“This isn’t a muggle book! Why would you think such a thing?”
He yanked the book from my hands.
“Y/N, I’ve never seen a book like this in Flourish and Blotts before. It’s a disgusting muggle book! Here let me get rid of it for you.”
He moved to throw it in the fire.
I swiftly jumped in front of him and grabbed my book back. The precious book my mother bought me for my fifteenth birthday last year. The book which Draco almost burnt to bits.
“Why would you do such a thing? You may not like it but it’s my book and you can’t just throw it in the fire like it means nothing.”
He looked down at you with a confused look.
“But it does mean nothing. Only filthy mud-bloods read muggle books.”
“I don’t care! How could you simply do a thing like that?”
I shook my head is disappointment, backing away from him and walking out the portrait hole.
“Wait, Y/N! I’m sorry! Shit.”
He ran after you, trying to grab a hold of your sweater sleeve.
“Go away Malfoy, save your apologies for someone who is actually listening.”
You yelled back at him, furiously wiping you hair out of your face.
“Y/N! I really am sorry, I would say I didn’t mean it but I did. But I can say I’m sorry. Please talk to me.”
You stopped in the middle of the corridor, Draco bumping into your back.
“Y/N, I won’t ever do or say anything like that to you again. Ok? Just please forgive me. I’m sorry.”
I heard the sincerity in his apology, my knees grew weak at the words he whispered into my ear.
“I can’t bear you not talking to me.”
His words fell off his tongue like silk.
His cool breath giving you goosebumps along every inch of your body.
I grumbled, turning around to face him.
The smirk on his lips only making him more desirable.
“It’s a shame I can’t stay cross at you for too long, you’re awful fun to ignore.”
I smirked along and walked with him back to the common room.
“And you’re awful fun to annoy.”
He smiled before pinching my side and running away, knowing that I was squeamish.
The next day was just as uneventful as the last. I joked around with Draco in potions, making fun of Professor Snape and knowing well that he isn’t going to get us into Trouble Because we’re in Slytherin.
I had a Herbology with Neville, he’s pretty nice to make conversation with.
And I also talked to Fred and George about getting some hair dying potion, the most perfect thing to prank Draco with.
Close had come back right after classes, the perfect time to send my letter to Mum. But when I got to my dormitory and looked under my pillow, my letter wasn’t there. I practically tore my room apart looking for the one thing, hoping Pansy or Millicent didn’t find it and open it. That letter could ruin my reputation.
After searching my four post bed I ran down to the common room to see if I had maybe dropped in down there.
Only to find Pansy standing on a coffee table surrounded by almost Every Slytherin student.
“How’s work in the muggle world?
I’ve taken up muggle studies this year just to see what they think of muggles and it certainly give me a laugh. Please respond soon, I haven’t heard back from you in two weeks and it’s worried me to no end. Love Y/N.”
No. No anything but that letter.
“Well Isn’t that just charming. Our very own Y/N Y/L/N, hiding the fact that’s no only is she a bitch, but she’s a liar and a mudblood!”
Pansy squealed with joy. She’s always had it out for me.
“And what do we have here?”
She said towards me, the crowd parting so she could see me clearly.
“How do you feel Y/N? How do you feel about knowing you’re a no good, disgusting filthy little mudblood? Not good huh?”
She cracked a malicious smile, walking closer to me.
I saw Draco in the back of the crowd, but his expression was unintelligible. He probably hates me now. He’s probably thinking of ways to torture me as Pansy yells at me.
Maybe, just maybe, he won’t be too harsh.
“You’re disgusting, You’re horrible and I don’t see why stupid Dumblebor would ever let you into this school. I’m just glad that now everyone sees you for who you really are. A bitch, a coward and a liar.”
Tears were no falling freely from my eyes as Pansy humiliated me in front of everyone.
“And I saw you with Draco yesterday Y/L/N, you think he actually liked you? Not a chance now that he knows you’re not a pure-blood. You’re a slut too.”
She whispered harshly in my ear, shoving me onto the floor. But i didn’t hit the floor, i landed on the corner of a table instead. My back hurt so intensely I could barely move and i was freely crying in front of every Slytherin there was in the school.
“I hate you Pansy Parkinson.”
I said in a harsh whisper before running out of the common room. Rushing away from all my problems. Who knows what Draco thought of me? I know for a fact he’s never going to talk to me again. I couldn’t tell the look on his face when I left but I just knew it wasn’t anything close to forgiving. I went to the one place I knew no soul could bother me, moaning Myrtles bathroom. Sure there’s a sobbing ghost always blabbering about how people are trying to throw books at her but I suppose we can cry together. I ran to the bathroom and didn’t stop for anyone. I barely made it in before I collapsed onto the cold stone floor and sobbed. My shoulders shaking as I curled into a ball only a few feet from the door. I knew Pansy would humiliate me someday but I didn’t think it would be to this extent. Why would anyone ever do what she did? The worst part is, my mum thinks I’ve told everyone at Hogwarts that I’m a mud-blood. She doesn’t know I’ve been keeping this secret. I’m Almost ashamed of it. Ten minutes later and I’m still crying as hard as I was when I got into this dreadful bathroom. Myrtle has tried to console me best she could but what good what it do? My reputation is now ruined. And I may have just lost my best friend. “Y/N! Y/N where are you!?” I heard a familiar voice call but I didn’t bother replying. “Y/N please answer me!” His voice got warmer and warmer until he was just outside the bathroom. “I’m coming in whether it’s the girls lavatory or not!” He said sternly as he walked in and found me on the floor. “Y/N, don’t cry. Please.” He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, brushing the loose hair out of my face. I didn’t bother pushing him away, I enjoyed his presence. Maybe he wasn’t mad at me. Another wave of sobs overtook me. He sat there and rubbed my back, pulling me into a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I cried into his shoulder. “I’m sorry Draco. I really am. I should’ve told you. I’m so stupid.” He stopped moving, pulling back so he could see me face. “Don’t you ever say that again Y/N. and why are you sorry?” “You know why Draco. You hate mud-bloods.” “But I don’t hate you. That’s impossible really. You have no need to be sorry. Although I wish you didn’t keep such a big secret from me. I though we were friends?” “We are. I just thought that if everyone thought I was a pure blood that I might fit in better, that I would be the Perfect Slytherin to everyone else.” He wiped away my tears with his thumbs, his hands resting on my cheeks. “You are a perfect Slytherin Y/N, who gives a damn about what everyone else thinks. You’re perfect in itself. I don’t care if you don’t have pure blood. I love no matter what.” He said that last part with all honesty in his silver eyes, his gaze never wavering. “You what?” “I love you. It’s about bloody time you figured that out too.” “Why would you love me? Why not Pansy? Or any other Slytherin girl?” “Because they aren’t you. And what Pansy did in there, was true evil. I know for a fact you would never do that. You’re sweet and kind, and I love you because you’ve always been friends with me and accepted me no matter how much of an ass I’ve been.” All I could do was sit and stare at him in amazement. He’s never been this open with me before. It’s when I realized that deep down I loved him too, I’ve just been to stupid to see it. “You don’t have to say it back or anything I just thought you should–” “–I love you too Draco Malfoy.” I said quickly, my grin matching his. “Oh thank Merlin I was worried you thought I was insane!” He said in exasperation. I laughed, pulling him into another hug. His hands around my waist being the best feeling in the entire world. “I’m going to kiss you Y/N Y/L/N, Okay?” “Okay.” I smiled, his soft lips finally meeting mine. The way his lips molded to mine could only be described as amazing and euphoric. I was snogging Draco Malfoy and he was snogging me back. I loved Draco Malfoy and he loved me back. Most importantly, I was finally myself around him, I was the girl with no secrets. His hands dug themselves into my hair as the intense kiss ended, and Draco separated from me. “I’ve wanted to do that since third year, I hope you know that.” You rolled your eyes as he pulled you back into another kiss, and smiled against your lips. Merlin, he’s great.

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

I found his jumper || Dan Howell

A/N: Since you all loved my ‘Let’s make a baby’ series I decided that I’d write an on going series again. This is the first part of idk how many. masterlist

Pairing: university!fuckboy!Dan and smart!nerdy!shy!female character

Word count: 1.5k

Hello, my name is Rose and I found his jumper”

“Bye, Mum.” I shouted one last time as I left my childhood home, carrying one last bag. I got into my packed car and started the engine. After taking one last glance at the house I had lived in for 18 years I hopped onto the gas pedal and left it all behind to start a new chapter of my life: University.

I had worked hard during my high school years just to get into my desired uni. There was a 5 hour drive ahead of me, but I preferred car rides over taking the plane. According to my calculations I would reach my destination in the early afternoon.

The sun was out when I arrived at the huge campus of the school. Since I was 11 years old I had dreamed to study here. The school building looked like an old castle and I swear one could easily get lost around here. Once I had registered and was told my dorm room I made my way over to my new home. Girl and boy dorms were two separate buildings. None of my high school friends had made it into this uni so I practically knew nobody around here. That meant I had to share my room with a complete stranger. I walked up a few flights of stairs, dragging my extremely heavy suitcase behind me.

“You need help there, honey?” a male voice asked, making me jump in surprise. I turned around to come face to face with a dark haired and tall boy. He took the suitcase out of my hand and easily carried it upstairs, walking next to me.

“My name’s Phil, I’m on the football team.” he introduced himself with a smirk.  

“Rose.” I shyly said with a smile.

“What room are you in?” he asked as soon as we stopped after reaching a long hallway.

“305” I answered, examining the key I was given at the reception.

“305? You are Charlotte’s room mate?” he asked.

I had no idea who Charlotte was so I just shrugged with a confused look on my face. After walking for a bit we had reached the door to my flat. It was slightly opened so I just knocked before walking right in. A light haired girl was standing in the middle of the room. She was surrounded by lots of bags shattered all over the floor. Her body was clad in a short summer dress that hugged her skinny figure perfectly, although it was a bit tight around her chest. I must have been at least one head smaller than her. Wearing only comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt I felt a bit shabby.

“Hi, I’m Charlotte. Looks like we are sharing this room.” she said, sounding like she was bored out of her mind. She hadn’t  even turned around properly.

“I’m Rose.” I mumbled irritated. Phil placed my suitcase on the floor, the loud thud got Charlotte’s attention.

“Oh hey there, Philly” she suddenly smiled and walked over to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“You know each other?” I asked curiously while scanning my new flat.

“We went to the same high school.” Charlotte chirped before she started unpacking a huge suitcase filled with panties and bras. Phil cockily smirked.

“Do you know anybody round here?” he asked me while his eyes wandered over my body.

“Nope.” I answered a hint of insecurity in my voice.

“Me and my room mate are throwing a welcome party for all the freshmen . Why don’t you come and make a few friends?” he invited me with a fake smile plastered onto his face.

I wasn’t really an active party goer I was a night in kinda girl. This was my first day at uni though, I was going to spend years here. What if I already ditch the first party and never make friends? No, that wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m in.” I announced happily although I wasn’t really keen on going.

At 8pm I was standing in front the huge mirror in the bathroom and sceptically examined my outfit. I was an amateur when it came to parties. Charlotte was nearly ready to go and I could tell that it was definitely not the first party she had attended. In the matter of a second she had put a sexy outfit together. I didn’t even have clothes like that. She walked into the bathroom and stood next to me. With a satisfied grin on her face she looked at herself in the mirror.

‘Why did I agree to this?’ I asked myself in panic.

There were a few knocks on the door. At least six girls started entering our flat. They all showed a lot more skin then I did and I felt a bit under dressed now. After they had greeted Charlotte with squeals and hugs they noticed that I was in the room as well.

“Hi, I’m Rose.” I said once again. They just nodded.

“Have you already seen Phil today?” a girl with dark hair asked Charlotte, who nodded with a smile.

“Do you think you’ll have sex with him tonight?” she asked.

“I hope so.” Charlotte grinned before she walked out of the room with the rest of her clique.

I nervously followed them with a bit of space between us.

Turns out that the party was held at a big frat house. There was music blasting through the speakers, everybody was already drunk and people were shamelessly making out or worse. It was disgusting to look at, but the other girls seemed to be impressed. Phil stood next to the opened door and greeted arriving guests. I walked in following the crowd of girls.

“Hey there ladies.” Phil shouted over the loud music.

I shot him a small smile, but then I noticed the boy who stood next to him. My heart nearly skipped a beat. ‘It couldn’t be him, right?!’

“Let me introduce you to my friend Dan.” Phil said gesturing towards the arrogant looking boy.

It was him.

A few girls started giggling. ‘Pathetic.’ I thought as Dan checked every new girl out individually. He was leaning against the door frame and I noticed that Charlotte had taken interest in him. She approached him with swaying hips.

“I’m Charlotte, do you know where I can get a drink here.” she seductively whispered while batting her eyelashes.

“We’ve got loads of beer in the -fuck Edwards is that you?!” he suddenly shouted.

His eyes had landed on me. He blinked a few times in disbelief before he walked over.

“It’s actually you. Did you think you could sneak past me?” he laughed his broad shoulders shaking.

The fact that Dan seemed to know me earned me a lot of jealous and curious looks. I wasn’t searching for attention or drama, but I could feel Charlotte’s death glare burn holes into my skin.

“Since when are you going to university, I thought you’d be homeless or in prison by now?” I growled while shaking my head.

“Very funny Edwards.” Dan chuckled. “You are still so feisty. Don’t get me wrong but since when do you leave the library to go to a frat party?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

'I don’t. This was a huge mistake. Mission abort.’ I answered him in my head, but in reality I just shrugged. He was right though, I’d prefer being in a library over this. I would even rather be in a library without books right now.

“What are you even studying?” I wanted to know still shocked by the fact that Dan Howell had made it into my dream uni as well.

“Law. But I’m mainly here for the girls, parties and football.”

I groaned at his stupidity.  

“Look, I’d love to keep chatting with you.” Dan said, emphasising the word love.  “But on their first day here girls are literally begging for me to fuck them.” he continued with a cocky grin that I wanted to wipe off his face so badly.

“And if Phil sleeps with more girls than me tonight my reputation might be ruined.”

I glared at him, my blood boiling with hate.

“You are not interested in being girl number three tonight, right?” Dan then asked, licking his lips while eyeing me up and down. His hand was resting on the wall next to my face.

I just rolled my eyes and walked away, not looking back as he shouted 'Your loss then’.  

On my way out I bumped into Charlotte. She was pretty drunk already which meant that she was capable of finding the alcohol even without Dan’s help.

“Why do you know Dan?” she hissed.

“We went to the same high school. He was always a grade above me.” I explained nonchalantly and continued walking.

“And why do you hate him?” Charlotte snapped at me.

“That’s a long story.”


Group: EXO
Member(s): Sehun
Type: Playboy Sehun!AU / Fuckboy Sehun!AU / Smut (requested)
Warnings: Begging / Wall Sex / Blowjob / Language

Ah there he was, Oh Sehun, the ultimate playboy of this elite high school that he managed to weasel into with his parent’s money. I hated him and for good reasons. He was what you might call a “player”. As far as I (or anyone else) knew, he had slept with nearly every girl at school and never slept with the same girl twice. He has never been in a serious relationship. He used his parent’s social status and their wealth to get anything he wanted. Yeah, anything. Expensive cars. Memberships to clubs. Good grades. Girls. His very being sickened me. And yet here I was, standing at my locker before my off period as he approached me for the first time since school had started in August.

“______?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, not looking up from the books I was trying to situate in my locker.


“I know who you are,” I cut him off.

“I figured you would,” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him, “Did you want something?”

“Yeah actually, you might be familiar with my reputation here. You see, I’ve had every girl in this school … except you. My friends bet me a lot of money if I could get you under me. And I don’t plan on losing any of my money.”

I glared at him as he talked. I wanted nothing more than to slap that smug grin off of his face, “Well it looks like you’re going to have to because I don’t plan on ‘getting under you’ ever.”

I closed my locker and turned to walk away but his hand grabbed my wrist and he shoved me against the locker, leaning against the locker next to me, locking down on me. I wished I were taller so that I wouldn’t feel so intimidated by his size, but I tried my best to hold my ground.

“Oh that’s right, you’re student council president right? So you’ve got a little ‘good school girl’ reputation to uphold? Well this may come as a shock to you sweetheart, but that reputation isn’t going to last long. So you might as well ruin it now, right?”

My breathing got deeper as I glared at him. Boy if looks could kill …

“Like I said, I’m not interested.”

I pulled my wrist out of his grasp but I was shoved back into the locker.

“Look, if you have sex with me I’ll be getting $300 from my friends. I’ll give you $75.”

I scoffed, “That’s only a quarter. I don’t think so. I want $200.”

“You must be crazy… Half and half?”

“ … Deal.”

He smirked, grabbing my wrist and quickly pulling me behind him down the hallway. Luckily most people were in class so my reputation was safe now that no one could see me with him.

“Where are you taking me?”

“There’s an empty classroom by the janitor’s closet.”

“Wait, we’re going to do this now?” I exclaimed, glancing in all directions to make sure no one was following us.

He stopped at the unmarked door and smirked at me as he opened it, “Why not?”

I rolled my eyes as I walked into the dimly lit room. Sehun shut the door behind us and had me shoved against it in seconds flat. I heard the lock click into place before Sehun’s fingers were expertly unbuttoning the buttons of my blouse. My hands rested at his nape, pulling his lips against mine in a heated kiss as my tongue fought for dominance over his. But he wasn’t so easily submissive. He fought back just as heatedly, his teeth nipping at my lips causing me to surrender with a moan. His hands pulled my bra down far enough for him to massage my breasts as he nipped and sucked at my neck, leaving his mark on me. His hand went down to my skirt, snaking up underneath the school uniform, pulling my underwear down to the ground. I stepped out of them as he rubbed his index finger up and down my folds. I was growing more and more wet for him by the second. Hey, just because I hated him didn’t mean I couldn’t find him attractive and sexy as hell.

I moaned as he plunged his index and middle finger into me, his thumb adding to the pleasure by rubbing against my clit. I moaned louder, my head resting against the door. Sehun’s free hand covered my mouth.

“Someone might catch us, we don’t want that now do we?”

I groaned in frustration as his fingers curled in, hitting my spots just the right way. I felt my core tightening and he wasn’t even in me yet. My hands went to his belt, unbuckling his belt buckle and ripping his zipper open. I pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees and Sehun pushed them down the rest of the way. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His hands gripped the back of my thighs as he slid into me. I moaned so loud that I was actually afraid someone would hear me, but in the moment I didn’t care. All I wanted was relief, and if Sehun was the one to give it to me then so be it. His thrusts were quick and deep. It shocked me how turned on I was getting just by his hot breath hitting my neck. His low grunts in my ear sounded like beautiful music.

“Mhmmmm,” I groaned, biting my lip to keep anything louder from escaping me.

“That’s it, I want you to beg for me,” he growled in my ear.

“I don’t beg, I’m not a dog,” I snarled at him, tugging ruthlessly on his hair.

He chuckled, “You will for me.”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

With that being said, I quickly unwrapped my legs from his waist and put my feet on the ground. I removed him from me and shoved him against the door. His member was wet when I wrapped my hand around him, rubbing him as I got down on my knees.

“If anyone’s going to beg, it’ll be you,” I said, looking at him through my eyelashes.

“I don’t beg either,” he said sternly.

“You will for me,” I mocked him before I licked the slit at his tip.

He moaned out loud, his head falling back against the door. His eyes screwed shut as I took him into my mouth, pumping him as much as I could. His groans only got louder and louder and that’s when I knew when he was getting close. Right when I felt like he was going to release I took him out of my mouth.

“W-What are you doing?” he exclaimed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked innocently.


“What do you want me to do?”

“I … I want you to let me cum got dammit!”

“Beg,” I demanded.

He glared down at me but all I did was smirk back at him.

“Beg and I’ll let you cum.”

“Fine. Please, please let me cum. Put my dick back in your mouth and let me cum. Pleeeease~”

I licked his shaft before wrapping my lips back around it, pumping him a few more times. He finally released, his cum shooting inside my mouth and spilling out of the corner of my lips. I licked him clean before licking my lips.

“Don’t think I forgot about you,” he smirked.

He pushed me back against the door where I started, only this time my chest was being pushed against the wood of the door. His member slid back into me easily as we were both wet. He thrusted for a few minutes before I eventually came. I groaned his name under my breath.

“What was that?” he asked snidely.

“Oh shut up and fuck me,” I growled at him.

He chuckled and rode out my high, his thrusts slowing down after I was drained. His breath was heavy in my ear, his hands on my waist, holding up my skirt. My cheek was pressed against the cool wooden door. My hair was a mess and I had to fix my outfit. He took himself out of me, giving me a nice slap on the ass.

“Good work,” he said.

I playfully slapped his arm in return. There was a mirror on the opposite wall so I went to it, brushing down my hair with my fingers so it didn’t look obvious that I had just been fucking someone in a classroom. I quickly buttoned my blouse and smoothed out my skirt. When I deemed myself decent I grabbed a few tissues and cleaned myself up before checking myself once more in the mirror.

“Okay, I’m going to head to my next class. It’s on the other side of campus and I don’t want to be late,” Sehun spoke as he fixed his tie.

“What about my money?”

“You’ll get it,” he said, opening the door and stepping out.

“Hey! Where are my underwear?” I yelled at him.

He smirked, patting his pants pocket before closing the door. That cocky bastard.

The next morning I went to my locker and opened it, an envelope fell to the floor and I quickly grabbed it. It was addressed from Sehun. When I ripped it open there was $150 cash sitting inside with a note.

We should do this again sometime. Call me.


Lydia’s first day back at school since she’d left the hospital was a bit harder than expected. She knew that people were going to stare at her and the banshee had prepared herself for that but when she heard them whispering about Stiles, Lydia couldn’t handle that. She hated the fact that people thought he would do anything to hurt her, and that Stiles’ reputation was now ruined by her mistakes. “Why don’t you worry about buying shoes that are actually in season, and not about what me and my boyfriend are doing? Thanks, sweetheart.” Lydia quipped to a couple of girls who were gossiping next to her locker. She slammed the door shut and then rolled her eyes, flipping her hair in the process as she walked away. Lydia sighed with relief when she saw Elias and walked over to him. “Do we really have to be at school today? I want to leave before I go off on everyone here.”

When The Cats Are Away, The Mice Will Play

Another chapter for @piku-chan‘s marvelous Cinderella AU because I have no self control, I am a sucker for Cinderella AU’s and because sometimes music is great inspiration. (Primarily ‘Strong’ by Sonna Rele from the 2015 Live Action Cinderella. The instrumental version of Gabrielle Aplin’s ‘Salvation’ is good too).

I hope my writing isn’t too drastically different from my last chapter ‘Light’s Of Home’. I am really eager to get to the main Palace scene. (Me and piku-chan discussed it and you guys have a lot of laughs and giggles coming your way but Shh…No Spoiler ;).

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The day was bright and sunny. Three months had passed since the Village Festival and life hadn’t gotten any easier for Marinette. Her hands shook sometimes and her feet ached with fatigue when the Bourgeois’ gave her too much work. It didn’t seem she would catch a break. Every night Marinette still smiled as she went to sleep, her friends were here for her and even though she hadn’t seen Chat Noir since the festival, she hoped he was doing well.

In the Palace, King Gabriel was starting to make preparations for Adrien’s Coming Of Age Gala. The ball was a tradition almost as long as the Last Song in their Kingdom. A month after Adrien’s 18th birthday, a three night event would be held at the palace. As per tradition, the entire kingdom was invited as well as young Princes and Princesses from neighboring kingdoms. That way, everyone would get to interact with the Prince, future rulers would negotiate and make ties as well as finding the Prince a potential bride.

The castle was in a flurry of excitement. Nino almost burst several times when trying to keep his mouth shut in front of Alya and the others. Adrien too, seemed somewhat excited about the prospect of the ball. This confused the young lad. As far as he had known, the Prince wasn’t too keen on getting married early and neither was he interested in any of the neighboring Princesses. He was sure King Gabriel was planning on getting Adrien engaged by the end of the year.

Two weeks before the ball a public announcement was made and invitations were hand delivered to the houses of the nobler families of the Kingdom.

“Hear ye ! Hear ye !,” bellowed the castle’s messenger, his voice was loud and Alya wondered how he hadn’t gotten a sore throat from yelling as loud as a cock crowed. “By order of the King, every eligible maiden is to be of attendance at Prince Adrien’s ‘Coming Of Age Gala’, a fortnight’s time from now. Every young man and woman near the Prince’s age, especially those of noble birth, are required to be in attendance to secure ties with the Kingdom and it’s tentative future allies.”

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AU: Bad Boy! Luke / Graffiti Artist!Luke sort of

The clock is moving infuriatingly slow, as it always does the last five minutes of class. It’s like seeing the finish line right there in front of you, but stepping in gum just steps away from the end. There’s absolutely nothing you can do to make it go by any fast except doodle, erase, and doodle again in your notebook. You’re just about to combust from boredom when your phone lights up, with a message from your favorite face; the only face that can make you smile like an idiot—Luke.

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Imagine: Going to Utah w/ Cameron for nicoliehazel
“Thanks for coming with me babe, I know you wanted to stay at the hotel room.” Cameron whispered in my ear just as a fan came up to the table for Cameron to sign her picture of him. It was true, I did wanna stay at the hotel, but only because yesterday I overheard some fans saying some mean stuff about me. But I didn’t tell Cameron that’s why I didn’t wanna come, I didn’t wanna upset him. “I can’t believe he brought her, he knows most of us don’t like her.” I heard a girl say to her friend, making her friend laugh. I looked down and bit my lip to try to control myself so I didn’t cry, but then I felt Cameron set his hand on my bare thigh. “You alright babe?” He asked, then I looked up at him and smiled even though I know my eyes were sorta glassy. “Yeah, just tired.” I lied, just as another fan came up to the table. “(Y/N)? I just wanted to say you’re so pretty and I really ship you and cam.” I heard the fan say to me, making me look up from my phone with a smile on my face. “Thank you so much, what’s your twitter so I can follow you?” I replied sincerely making her smile. Once she told it to me and I followed her, I noticed the same girls who had said those mean things about me, whispering while looking at me, but I ignored it. The two girls were now really close to me and cam and while he was signing another fans picture, I heard them say, “I bet that girl was lying to her so she could just get a follow from her and cam, I don’t know one fan who actually ships them.” I got up to leave, completely done with everything, whenever Cameron grabbed ahold of my wrist to stop me, just as it was one if the girls turn, the rude one. “Thank you so much for supporting me but if you say one more rude thing about the love of my life, I will not sign your picture and have you kicked out for saying rude things.” Cameron said so seriously, which shocked me. He had never talked to a fan like that before. “O-okay Cam, sorry.” She stuttered out and her face was so red. “Now that you understand, how are you doing today babe?” He asked her with a smile on his face. The fact that Cameron just almost ruined his reputation for me shows how much he really cares for me.

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Another crappy day, another crappy interview. Sometimes I felt like writing out my own set of questions to hand out to the people asking them, because these people asked the same ones every time:

“Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“How have you boys been dealing with this dramatic life change?”

“If you had never applied to X-Factor, what do you think your life would be like now?”

“What are your pre-show rituals?”

“What do you guys look for in a girl?”

And of course the occasional interview with rude, sexual questions that are often too personal for my liking.

I probably had them all memorized now. It’s all incredibly pathetic. They could interview me in my sleep and I’d still be able to give them a well thought out, coherent response that wouldn’t ruin my reputation.

We had been touring in America for the past few weeks and our last stop was Los Angeles. It was probably the only place in which we’ve stopped and stayed for more than two days. Normally, as it had been in other cities around the country, we’d arrive, chill for a bit, perform and do all that good stuff then promptly head back into the bus that would take us to yet another venue in a different time zone.

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marriedkillianjones  asked:

Omfg the second one of those celebrity AU things for CS *dying inside*

I’m a disney star so I’m always watching out for stuff I say and do in public to be a good example but irl I’m always hooking up with different stars and starlets and you happened to be one of them and wHOOPS pictures of us making out leaked online??? now I have to fake date you for a while otherwise my god girl reputation will be ruined so pLEASE HELP ME SAVE MY CAREER au

Thank you so much for this Sabs! Fake dating is one of my favourite if not all time fave trope and for the first time I got to write it!!!! I hope you like it :)

Also happy birthday to the very lovely phiralovesloki :)

Emma walked beside her co-worker in a quiet street in L.A. Well, as quiet as it could ever be in L.A.

She sipped the iced macchiato her co-star had bought for her as she lowered the giant black hat she was wearing in order to have some precious moments of privacy.

But of course being a Disney star came at the expense of privacy.

About five paparazzi showed up in front of them, blinding them both with their flashlights and Emma recognized two of them who she was pretty sure were stalking them.

She felt Killian, her co-star and now according to the world, her boyfriend, slip his hand into hers. Remembering their truce, Emma tightened her hold on his hand and turned her head as if to whisper something in his ear and then smiled up at him, Killian flashing his dimpled smile back at her as the cameras captured it all.  

A cute moment between a couple. Perfect.

“Don’t you love me?” Killian joked, teasing her endlessly about it whenever they were caught with paparazzi or over-eager fans asking them sometimes very private questions.

Emma rolled her eyes and once the paparazzi left them alone, jerked her hand away from his as he smirked at her.


It had all started when Emma Swan, a twenty-two year old Disney launched actress was called back to another one of their new shows for a guest appearance. The Untold Truth, Disney’s show about the real story behind Peter Pan – the teenager actually being a demon who kills the Lost Boys, and Captain Hook being the hero who saves them.

Emma was meant to be a two-episode guest star, playing a strong woman named Anna who was meant to kick Captain Hook’s ass as he tried to steal a compass from her. Her short stint on the show had gained quite a bit of a hike in TRP’s as people had really enjoyed her and Captain Hook’s chemistry and had hoped for their romantic pairing. Eventually, she was signed as a series regular and was to play the role of Anna, a fierce Savior, and also the love interest of Captain Hook.

The one-handed pirate was played by no one other than the drop-dead gorgeous and the title-holder of 2nd Sexiest Man in the World, Killian Jones. The blue-eyed bad boy had a reputation of sleeping around with all his co-stars and partying like crazy. He was too cocky for his own good; famous for gloating about his devilishly handsome looks, making Emma hate him before she even met him.

Of course he had flirted, and wiggled his eyebrows, and muttered sexual innuendoes at her as she fought back a smile at the ridiculousness and instead rolled her eyes or came back with a witty remark of her own, making him flash her an impressed smile.

Emma herself quite enjoyed all the partying and hooking up that this industry provided, but since she was a Disney star and quite frankly also cause of her gender, she was asked to maintain a “good girl” image for the cameras.

Like being confident and active sexually wasn’t a “good girl” image. Okay, okay hi fifteenth century.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t have any fun.    

Behind the cameras, Emma was a sex driven woman – her little flings starting with her first show’s love interest Graham Humbert, and the latest being Mulan – another character on the show. Emma loved to experiment and after a couple of shots, anyone – whether man or woman, one person or multiple, seemed perfect.

The only exception to her sexual adventures was her co-star Killian Jones.

It wasn’t that Emma didn’t want to sleep with him, to feel his lips over hers as his fingers explored intimate parts of her body and she panted his name continuously - it was that he was such a self-boasting cocky asshole that Emma could not give him the satisfaction of being with her.

They shared insane chemistry on the screen; them both being praised for it by critics and fans. She felt it too – the little prickling in the air between the both of them as they did their scenes.

But she felt it off-screen as well. She felt it whenever he flashed her that dimpled smile or his too blue eyes raked over her body, making her heart beat faster. When their fingers accidently brushed, and when he stood too close to her – the man had no sense of her personal space (she never took a step back).

She hated how easily they bantered with each other every day on set, and how he managed to make her laugh after an exhausting fifteen-hour shoot day.

She hated how he made her feel.


When the day of their first big kiss came, she was nervous. Not that she minded kissing scenes, on the contrary quite enjoyed them actually. But she didn’t want to kiss him.

“Ready, Swan?” he winked at her, and for a moment Emma could see behind his mask his own nervousness as his hand came behind his ear to scratch; a quirk so uniquely Killian Jones.

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