and she has a note that says pump there oh my goodness

Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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SEXUAL FRUSTRATION pt. 2 - JBB

{synopsis} platonic relationship between reader and bucky until bucky decides to help reader relieve some stress

{warnings} male masturbation, a shit load of dirty talk (i might’ve gone overboard), vaginal fingering, tease!bucky, denied orgasm, dom!bucky, very lowkey hate fucking (more on the reader’s side than anything), metal arm kink

{pairing} dom!bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 2045

tags - @arabellaaurorabarnes , @firebendergirl33 , @justonenobody , @harrisbn @madbabie

   It had been two weeks since their little incident, and when Bucky said he wanted to get Y/N riled up, he wasn’t lying. It had been absolute torture for our poor girl; with the looks Bucky gave her when he walked into a room, the sinfully tight shirts he wore during training, the small moments when no one was looking that he would grind up against her, speak lowly in her ear and then leave like nothing had happened. Just this morning he pulled something that nearly made Y/N explode…


   Y/N grumbled as she made her way down the hallway to the elevator; the only thing on her mind being food. She had spent the entire morning cooped up in her room, particularly to avoid making any and all contact with a certain James Barnes (who happened to reside three doors down from her). She thought she had been doing a good job so far, and had actually gone as far as to ask FRIDAY about Bucky’s location throughout her time hiding out, just in case he decided to surprise her. So, as she passed his room, Y/N was quite surprised (and very alarmed) to hear low moans coming from inside. She thought she had made sure that Bucky’s room was clear before she set off on her escapade to retrieve food… guess she was getting lazy.

   Sure, she had recently been in a state of constant hatred towards the man, but she still cared for him. It’s not like they didn’t have history. Therefore, being the gallant little Avenger she is, Y/N quickly darted to Bucky’s door and swung it open. The sight she was greeted with nearly knocked the breath out of her chest.

   Bucky Barnes was not in trouble; oh no, he was far from it. The man in question was sprawled out on his bed, the duvet kicked lazily around his feet, his body bare and his legs spread wide. Bucky’s chest was heaving as he took deep breaths between low moans and throaty groans, his metallic hand gripping the headboard and his human hand pumping his cock at a steady rhythm. Y/N was at a loss for words as her eyes traveled his figure, his skin covered in a light layer of sweat, his abs contracting as waves of pleasure washed over his body. He was like something out of myth; he was a fucking god. Bucky’s head was thrown back as a breathy “oh god” fell from his sinfully plump lips, his eyes scrunched shut and god his neck… how Y/N was alive at that very moment remains a mystery. 

   But before anything else could happen, Y/N closed the door as dramatically as she had opened it, and fell against it as she stared, wide eyed, at the opposite wall of the now eerily quiet hallway, her mind attempting to grasp what had just happened. A sharp breath left her in the form of what sounded like a panic-ridden sigh, and Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, trying to wipe her brain of what she had just seen. But did she want to?

   Bucky, on the other hand, had stopped his movements and was smirking triumphantly to himself. He heard her exasperation through the door, hell, he could feel it radiating off of her. So, just to make matters worse for our poor girl, he opened his mouth and moaned in the most pornographic way he could muster, “Oh, Y/N!”

   He waited for a response, and not less than a second after the words left his mouth, he heard a loud gasp and clumsy footsteps leading away from his room. Bucky threw his head back in silent laughter and grinned deviously to himself. Everything was going to plan…


   That moment was still haunting Y/N. It was most definitely still haunting her as our girl has her hand stuck down her panties, her pointer and middle finger pumping furiously into her wet core. She had been going at it, laying in her bed, for the past 10 minutes and so far she was receiving jack shit. She was just about to give up when a knock came at her door, reviving a flame that had settled in Y/N for the time being. Her voice was sharp and uninviting as she yelled out: “Who the fuck is it?”

   A low chuckle came as an answer, and Y/N was at a loss for words, her cheeks heating up as her mind immediately wandered to the morning incident. “Doll?” the smug bastard called out in an innocent, sing-song voice, “It’s me. Can I come in?”

   Y/N thought to herself for a minute, did she really want him to come in? Maybe he had come there to settle the tension that had been building between them for the previous two weeks… lord knows it was about time… But it was too late for second thoughts because before Y/N could overthink what was about to happen any further, her legs had already carried her to the door and her hand was already on the handle, turning the knob and then opening the door to reveal a very smug looking Bucky. Damn you, subconscious movements. Y/N rolled her eyes at the sight of his infuriatingly happy face, a sharp sigh falling from her mouth. Bucky’s face faltered for a moment and his eyebrows furrowed in a playfully offended way, “Good to see you too, dollface. May I come in?”

   Y/N rolled her eyes again, “Whatever, just don’t fuck anything up.”

   Bucky chuckled but followed her into her room, taking note of the messy bed covers and the lack of pants on the girl in front of him. She had so been touching herself. Bucky took a seat at her desk as Y/N curled up on her bed, an expectant look on her face. “Well? What do you want?” she asked him, an impatient edge in her voice.

   He sat in her chair silently for a few moments, eyeing her over, then he suddenly rose from his seat, and had her pinned to the mattress before she could even blink. His body was hovering over hers, Y/N’s hands trapped above her head, and Bucky’s steel blue eyes boring into her own. His voice was lower than she had every heard it when he spoke next, “I want you to drop the damn attitude. Understand, sweetheart?”

   Y/N understood clearly, and, though a surge of defiance struck her, she calmed it and slowly nodded her head. Bucky smiled and his eyes darted to her lips as he spoke, “Good girl.” Then, his mouth molded with hers and the game began.

   Their kiss was passionate, though their passion rooted from different seeds. Y/N’s was purely animal, raw need surging through her as she bit Bucky’s lip and grinded against his crotch. Bucky’s passion came from the desire to be in control. His was controlled and relaxed, his kisses calculated and thought through, just like everything else in his life. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was playing off of Y/N’s lust and need. He was playing her like a fiddle, and they both knew it. Eventually, the kiss broke off and Bucky began to trail his lips down, planting kisses on her face and peppering her jaw, his teeth nipping at the taut skin of her neck and collarbone. His mouth didn’t go any farther than that, though, and this frustrated the everloving fuck out of our dear Y/N. So, she voiced her complaint: “Get a move on, you prick. What the hell are doing, huh?”

   Bucky stopped his actions and tsked, his eyes adopting a playful glint as he grinned. “I’m playing with my food, baby. Get used to it, games are my specialty.”

   She gasped, in an almost accusatory way, a fire lighting in her eyes. Y/N struggled momentarily against Bucky’s grasp on her hands, but gave up when she realized he truly was in control of her, and he wasn’t going to give up on his power as easily as she had hoped. Bucky got back to work, sucking marks on her skin and soothing them with his tongue, drawing hisses and gasps and moans from the helpless girl underneath him. He reveled in the power he had, how his mouth alone could create such angelic sounds and make a woman as strong-willed as Y/N squirm and whimper. He was in absolute heaven.

   Not soon after Y/N began to grind her crotch against his, Bucky’s metal arm released it’s grasp on her right hand and began to trail down her front, goose bumps being left in it’s trail. Y/N gasped at the contrast in temperatures, her hot skin mixing deliciously with the coldness of the metal, the prosthetic limb biting her skin playfully. Bucky smirked at the reaction and continued his hands decent until he had reached her pelvic bone. There, he let his pointer finger trace a continuous circle on the spot where her hip bone jutted out, slowly testing the stormy waters that were Y/N’s patience and tolerance. She moaned though, to Bucky’s pleasant surprise, and almost whined out when she pleaded, “Bucky, please…”

   The assassin couldn’t say no to that face. So, his metal limb snuck it’s way underneath the material of Y/N panties and quickly got to work on her pussy. First, he ran his pointer finger up her slit in a smooth path, collecting her wetness along the way. When his trail ended, he used the collected juice to lubricate her throbbing clit, and slowly began to trace circles on the sensitive nub with toe curling pressure. Y/N let out a low moan at the sensation, her now free hand grasping Bucky’s prosthetic arm like if she let go it would disappear. Bucky groaned at the sight, and decided he wanted to add a new factor to the game they were playing. He was going to make her melt with his words.

   “Doll,” he started, his voice gravelly, “do you know what I was thinking about this morning when you caught me touching myself?”

   Y/N’s breath caught in her throat and her voice came out as a whisper, “Y-you heard me?”

   Bucky sunk his middle finger into her core and she gasped, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. He chuckled dryly, “Super soldier, babe. Now, tell me dollface, do you know what I was thinking about?”

   Y/N bit her lip and shook her head. Bucky smirked, this was going to be fun. “I was thinking about how good it would feel to have your mouth wrapped around my cock, your eyes staring up at me innocently, your pretty pink lips going up and down, up and down. God, baby… you have no idea how pretty your moans would sound, muffled around my dick. I would grab your hair in my hands and fuck your mouth so good, darling” -Y/N moaned at that- “going in and out, deeper and deeper and deeper until I cum inside your throat. You would like that, wouldn’t you, baby? I bet you would, you naughty girl.” Bucky’s fingers pumped continuously faster as his words became lower, his mouth inching closer to her ear. The deep gravel of Bucky’s voice raised shivers on Y/N’s skin, and she was in absolute heaven.

   A familiar burning sensation began to spread from Y/N’s lower back to her thighs and stomach, reaching as far as her toes. She began to subconsciously grind on Bucky’s fingers, desperate for her release, and Bucky was almost convinced to give it to her. But he needed her to wait just a little while longer…

   “You know, love, I would adore the sensation of you cumming all over my fingers, but I think I need you to simmer just a little while longer…” and with those devastation words, Bucky slipped his fingers out of Y/N’s pulsating core, and was out of the room before Y/N could even sit up. With a devious smirk, Bucky sauntered down the hallway, sucking on his fingers and laughing silently. His shit-eating grin just grew as he heard an explicit line of swears leave Y/N’s mouth. This was too easy…

I GOT THE GIRL [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “Hi! Can you write a Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader imagine? The reader is a bookworm, and is often found in the library. She and Fred are almost complete opposites. Fred is intrigued by the "different” girl you can say and they start hanging out. Introducing each other to their life, with things the other would never do. Ends with a cute passionate kiss?“ — by @my-unique-mind

a/n: added a little twist to it. hope you don’t mind :-) also, i got carried away with this one so it is quite long 😂

Masterlist + Request here!

    On the course of your stay in Hogwarts, the only conversations you would share with Fred Weasley were just mere hellos and greetings. Whenever the seat beside you wasn’t taken yet in some class, he would ask if it was okay to sit beside you, and you would glance at him before nodding, minding your own business starting then.

    Though other than that, the both of you never bothered to approach the other in attempt to get to know them better. It has been always like that for the past years — so for him to suddenly ask you a very important favor, it was quite unbelievable.

    It was a Saturday morning that time and you were spending your day inside the library as usual. In front of you was one clear parchment, a book needed for Transfiguration, and a bottle of ink that you had. You were just about to write the first sentence of your essay when someone abruptly sat down across you.

    It was Fred, with his red hair and goofy smile. You raised your eyebrow in question and slowly brought your quill down, waiting for the boy before you to say something that would explain why he was here.

    "Good day, isn’t it?” he started, his head turning around as if to look at his surroundings. ‘The sun’s not shining too bright, the wind’s pace is just right, and it’s not that cloudy.“

    "Is there something I can help you with?” you asked with your eyebrow still raised.

    Fred flickered his eyes to you. “I’m glad you asked, Y/N, because there is this one tinsy little problem I’m dealing with and I know you can help me figure it out.” there was mischief in the way he spoke those words, which made you kind of uneasy.

    “Oh, is it regarding about that Transfiguration assignment Professor McGonagall gave us 'cause I’m doing it right now —”

    “Y/N,” he politely cut you off that made you stop talking, “that’s not it.”

    You involuntarily blush. “Then what is it?”

    Fred leaned on the table, prompting his elbows and placing his chin on top. “I knew it was a good choice to pick you, Y/N. I had a hard time convincing George that you’re the perfect accomplice —”

    “Woah, what?” it was your turn to you cut him off. “You lost me at accomplice.”

    “Well, you see,” Fred licked his lips, “we need a book from the restricted section of the library. Of course, no teacher with the right mind would let me or my brother get it, so I thought since you’re always in the library so much, not to mention you’re a Ravenclaw, you would be the one to do it for us.”

    “You must be out of your mind.” You scoffed. “What makes you think I’ll do that for you?”

    “Because,” Fred trailed, “I’m such a good person and I make other people happy?”

    You couldn’t help but snort at his reason.

   "Oh, come on, Y/N! I promise, this will the first and last favor I’ll be asking you if you agree to help.“

    The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like minutes before you finally broke free and groaned.

    "Fine, I’ll do it.”

    Fred fist pumped in the air that made Madam Pince to suddenly appear and hiss at him.

    “But you need to do something in return. Anything, so that I’ll feel I’m not doing this for free.” you chuckled lightly.

    He nodded in understanding. “Okay,” he shrugged, “how about I do a poem? You’re into those kind of stuff, right?”

    “Well, yeah …” you blushed again for whatever reason.

    “Then it’s settled then. You help us get the book and I’ll do a poem. Deal?” he extended a hand out and you didn’t hesitate to grasp it with your own, shaking it.

    “Deal.”


     You indeed had done what you had to do. After Fred and George talked to you and gave you the title of the book that they needed, you immediately made up an excuse as you ask the head of your house, Professor Flitwick, to sign the slip that allowed you to get the book from the restricted section of the library.

    The whole plan seemed too easy, because the teacher didn’t even question you or grew suspicious on why you needed the book. And now, you were patiently waiting inside the cosy atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks, your eyes glued on the door, ready to finalize your deal with the Weasley twins.

    Though Fred was the only one who came, even panting as he sits down beside you. You couldn’t help but glance at him oddly but still a smile was playing on your lips.

    “Sorry,” he sighed while he takes off his coat and hangs it on the chair he was sitting on, “had to get away from George. I didn’t want him to come.”

    “Why?” you slowly brought out the book from your bag.

    Fred smirked at you, “Because I wouldn’t want him hearing my poem, obviously. He wouldn’t let it go if he heard it, will keep on teasing me for an eternity if he did.” he murmured mostly to himself.

    You almost forgotten about the poem and with the mention of it, you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. “Well, now that you mentioned it, read it to me.”

    For the first time, you saw his cheeks turn into a shade of pink as he softly stutters. “Uh, r-right now?” he cleared his throat.

    “Not necessarily, but if you want to have this book —”

    “Okay,” he pouted, “I get it, I get it. Just let me …” he rummaged through his bag and got a notepad with written notes on it, though before you could take a peak, he blocked it away from your view with his hand. “Hey! I’m going to read it to you anyway so why bother?”

    “I’m just curious, jeez.” You chuckled. “You know, I’m very interested in what you have prepared. It’s always been in my bucket list to get you to do something completely out of your character.”

    “Oh, I’m sure it is.” he snorted with a grin. “Uh, so, before I begin, I’m just gonna ask you not to laugh, okay? I admit it’s not my best work but … it’s what I wanted the poem to be about.” the color red was creeping on his cheeks again.

    You smiled. “I promise.”

    He dramatically cleared his throat, turning sideways so he was completely facing you.

“The way she speaks can lure me to sleep
the way she smiles can change my cold feet
the way she reads can send thousands of thoughts
like why only now did I notice she smelled like apricots?”

     He stops momentarily to look at you and sees you laughing silently which draws him to continue.

I can never really explain why I started feeling so differently
when she has always been there, always been pretty.
and maybe that is why I decided to make a plan
something that will give my chance a hand.

It amuses me how she doesn’t notice
like for the first time, she didn’t know how to focus
but how can she not, that’s not her flaw
After all, she is a Ravenclaw.”

    Your eyes widened at that mere line and you could hear Fred taking a gulp before carrying on like nothing happened.

“So this time, as I read this poem to you
please tell me you understand it like you always do
keep in mind that out of all the pranks I’ve done, all of the shows
you rejecting me at this very moment terrifies me the most.”

    Fred closed the notepad and immediately turned away from you, folding his hands on the table. “Done.” he stated with his lips pursed together, not bringing himself to see your reaction after just confessing that he indeed fancied you.

    “That was … beautiful. You might actually beat Edgar Allan Poe if you pursued writing.” you tried to catch his eye but he wouldn’t budge. “Fred, please do look at me.”

    “No.” he answered immediately. “I-I had some time thinking about this and now that I’ve done it, I think I regretted doing it.” he spoke very fast.

    It seemed cruel, but you enjoyed seeing him all frantic and shy — because in your defense, it wasn’t everyday you would see Fred Weasley behaving this way. He was mostly so confident with his brother, the complete opposite of what he was showing you right now, and it made you reach out and place a hand over his.

    “Would it make you feel better if I told you I felt the same way?” You couldn’t help but tease, causing him to finally look at you.

    “Not funny, Y/N. You’re completely messing with my emotions and do you know how many times I’ve thought about telling you about this and now you’re —”

    You rolled your eyes, leaning in and pressing your lips onto his just to make him shut up, and also maybe because you’ve been meaning to do it for a long time now. It definitely did the trick though because Fred caught on and began to kiss you back, his hand soon resting on your cheek while his other one still intertwined with yours. When the both of you let go, Fred’s eyes looked like they were twinkling from delight.

    “What is it?” you asked, a goofy smile plastered on your mouth as well.

    “Nothing, I just — my brother and I didn’t really need the book, it was the plan I’ve been talking about in my poem, to give my chance a hand.” he repeated.

    “Wow.” you playfully slapped his arm with the borrowed book. “So meaning to say, all my efforts were put into nothing?”

    “Well, it did make you a rebel even a little bit, didn’t it?” he grinned. “And it did help this thing going on between us to evolve as well.”

    You pulled on your best confused face. “What thing?”

    “Hardy har har.” he sarcastically laughed and pulled you in for another passionate kiss, your laugh audible in between as you place your arm around his neck.

    Before the two of you could even decided to finally break free — realizing that you were still inside the Three Broomsticks — George Weasley came waltzing inside the pub and did a very loud gasp, enough to catch the attention of the other students to him.

    “I can’t believe it. It actually worked!”

    Fred groaned and turned to his brother who was now grinning like mad. “Shut up and go away, George.”

    But George was already fist bumping him, and despite Fred getting annoyed, he couldn’t help but put on a cocky and bragging grin on his face as he did so because finally, he got the girl.

anonymous asked:

so i listened to be more chill for the first time and don't fully understand it. could u explain the plot??

Here’s script by the way: read here  I’ll go by songs to summarize it. Also this took me an hour to write up. That’s how much I love you guys.

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Nothing More (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2804

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, Connor being awkward and adorable

Summary: Connor asks Y/N to the prom. Fluffiness ensues

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: For every anon that requested Connor x reader and the one who requested Connor and the reader at prom

“Meet me in the woods behind the school. We have business.” I read off the card that had been haphazardly shoved into my locker. I gathered my things, still glancing cautiously at the note.

I wandered to the ‘woods’ (which was actually a collection of pine trees and an open meadow) and dumped my backpack at the base of one of the pines.

“Hello?” I called, curious as to where the person 'I had business with’ was. “Hi.” I heard a voice say suddenly.

I jumped a little and turned around, my cheeks going pink when I saw Connor Murphy standing there. “Hi Connor.” I muttered, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Hey. I see you, uh, got my note. Sorry if it was, you know, creepy or shit.” Connor said and I chuckled, walking over towards him.

“It’s all good. So, what business do we have?” I asked, curiosity evident in my voice. Connor started stammering slightly, his cheeks flushing a pinkish colour.

“I, uh, well. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to the senior prom, with me?” Connor said, suddenly looking less like the dark and mysterious weirdo people made him out to be.

He instead looked like a normal, nervous teenager who was asking the girl he liked out to the prom. The fact that that girl was me hadn’t yet sunk in, but my eyes widened when it did.

“You want to go to the prom? With me?” I repeated, pressing a hand to my chest. Connor nodded hesitantly, biting his lip.

“I’d love to.” I said, and Connor’s entire face lit up. “You, you said yes.” Connor muttered in disbelief, a slight smile stretching across his face.

“You didn’t think I’d say yes?” I said, feeling a little hurt. “To be honest, I didn’t think I’d actually get this far.” Connor muttered and I laughed, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“Well, I should probably give you my number.” I said and Connor nodded, his smile growing slightly.

“You got your phone?” I asked and Connor unzipped his backpack, passing me a black iPhone. “Thanks.” I said and I inputted my number, handing the phone back to Connor.

“So, I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow?” Connor said, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Definitely. Hey, quick question. Why did you decided to meet me here?” I asked, looking around at the trees towering over us.

“I overheard you telling my sister that this was your favourite place to go to calm down.” Connor said and I felt my cheeks burn up at his words.

“Oh, uh, um, cool!” I stammered, trying to avoid eye contact with Connor. I picked up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

“I’ll text you!” I shouted, waving at Connor, who currently had a dopey smile on his face. “Yeah.” Connor muttered, waving half heartedly.

As I walked off, I missed the over excited first pump Connor did and the loud whoop that followed.


“I have an incredibly important question.” Zoe said, setting her lunch down on the table and sandwiching herself between Alana and I. I took a loud sip of my slushy and smiled at Zoe, my teeth stained slightly red.

“Ask away Zoe.” Alana said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “What are you nerds wearing to prom?” Zoe asked and I felt my cheeks heat up at the mention of prom.

“I haven’t bought my dress yet, but I want something bright. Maybe something  pink or red.” Alana said and I nodded, remembering how good red looked on her.

“I’d go with red. It looks better on you than pink.” I added and Alana smiled at me, taking a bite of her sandwich. “Thanks Y/N.” Alana said, her voice slightly muffled from the food.

“How about you Y/N? I’m asking partially because I want to know, but also because Connor wants to know. You have no idea how much he’s fussing about this.” Zoe said and my blush darkened at the thought of Connor fussing over me.

“Well, I bought this nice royal blue dress the other day. I’ll send you a photo of it.” I said and Zoe smiled, nodding her head.

“Perfect. Connor, funnily enough, has a navy suit that might work with your dress.” Zoe said and I chuckled, running a hand through my hair.

“How about you Zo?” I asked, arching my eyebrows and leaning back in my chair. “I’ve got this pastel blue dress that is just beautiful.” Zoe said, spacing out a little.

“Evan’s gonna love that.” I muttered and Alana snorted, a smirk on her face. “Damnit Y/N.” Zoe said, her cheeks bright red.

“She’s got a point, Zoe. You know that boy has a thing for the colour blue.” Alana added, her eyes briefly flicking to the table where Evan and Jared sat, deep in discussion. I took a quick bite of my sushi, and

“You guys suck!” Zoe exclaimed, and was only met with laughter from us. “Whatever Zoe.” Alana said and Zoe buried her head in her hands.

“We should totally all get ready before prom. It’ll be so much fun.” I said and Alana nodded. “Sounds great. Whose house should we do it at?” Alana asked and Zoe lifted her head up.

“We could kick Connor out for a while and get ready at my place. I do, after all, have the biggest bathroom out of all of us.” Zoe said and I looked over at Alana, almost for confirmation.

“Perfect. I should probably get going, but I’ll see you guys after lunch.” Alana said, waving at us as she left.

“You know, Connor has never been one for displaying any emotion other than rage, but he’s actually been as close to happy this week as I’ve ever seen him.” Zoe said and I hid my red face behind my even redder slushy.

“Well, I, uh.” I stammered and Zoe chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Connor really likes you, Y/N, and I can tell you really like him as well. You’re my best friend.” Zoe said and I blushed darker, the slushy incredibly ineffective at masking my blush.

“Thanks Zoe. We should, uh, go get to class.” I said, draining the rest of my drink. “Sure.” Zoe said, smiling widely at me. 


“You know what sounds good?” Zoe said as we walked to our maths classroom. “What?” I asked curiously, shifting my books around in my arms a little.

“Y/N Murphy.” Zoe said, smirking widely. I groaned, punching Zoe’s shoulder with my free hand. “I hate you so much right now.”


Prom night had finally rolled around after two weeks of agonising waiting, and I knocked on Zoe’s door, my dress and assorted accessories in a bag I was holding.

The door swung open to reveal a slightly grumpy Connor, whose face lit up when he saw me. “Hey Y/N. Um, come in.” He said, inviting me inside with a sweeping gesture.

“Thanks.” I said, looking around at the Murphy household. It was obvious that the Murphy’s had money, because the house was elegantly decorated with various artworks, and there was a rather large chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Woah.” I muttered, and Connor grimaced. “It’s nothing too fancy.” He said and my eyes widened. “This is some ballroom shit right here.” I said, pointing at the chandelier.

Connor chuckled and pointed towards the stairs. “Zoe’s room is upstairs. You’ll find it easily, because it’s the door that has Zoe written on it.” Connor said and I laughed, heading towards the stairs.

“Thanks Connor.” I said, waving at him as I walked up to Zoe’s room. I did find the door easily, and I knocked on it before entering.

“Y/N!” Zoe said excitedly, pulling me into a tight hug. “Hey Zoe!” I said, returning the hug as best I could.

“Great. Now that we’re all here, we can start getting ready!” Alana said enthusiastically, her dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail.

“Dresses on ladies.” Zoe said, putting her hands on her hips. I unzipped my bag and ran a hand over the fabric of the dress, letting out a sigh as I took it out of the bag.

I quickly pulled off my shirt and jeans, and slipped on the elegant dress. “I need some help with my zip, you guys.” I said and Alana chuckled.

“I got it.” Alana said. I smiled at her and she moved over towards me.

She did up the zipper, and I caught a glance of my reflection in the mirror. I gasped, realising just how good I looked.

“Oh my god.” I muttered and the girls chuckled, nodding their heads. “Oh my god indeed. Connor is going to flip his shit when he sees you.” Zoe said and my cheeks flushed bright red.

“Shut up.” I muttered, fiddling with a stray lock of hair. “I’m serious. You look hot.” Zoe said, winking dramatically at me.

“You guys still aren’t dressed.” I said, gesturing to my two friends. “Easy fix.” Zoe said, before pulling her clothes off quickly. Alana did the same, and soon they were both in their dresses.

We quickly put on our jewellery and shoes, and I was kinda grateful for the extra height the heels gave me.

Hair and makeup took a while, which I expected would happen, but somehow I felt like only a minute had passed. Not 2 and a half hours.

“We all look so good, oh my god.” Alana said and we chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Amen to that.” Zoe muttered, her hair hanging in loose curls.

“Well, prom starts in half an hour, so if we want to get photos we should do them now.” Alana said and I nodded, fiddling with the skirts of my dress nervously.

We all walked downstairs, and I heard Cynthia fawning over us. “You girls all look wonderful.” She said, pulling us all into a hug. I chuckled and smiled at Cynthia, who looked like she was going to cry.

“Boys! You can come in now.” She shouted and I heard footsteps come up from the basement. Evan entered first, and he was wearing a black tux with a blue shirt that matched the colour of Zoe’s dress.

He stood there awkwardly, his jaw dropped so low it almost hit the floor. “I, uh, you, woah.” Evan stuttered, walking over to Zoe.
She blushed and fiddled with her dress, shooting Evan a shy smile. “Thanks Evan.” She said, giggling slightly.

Evan’s cheeks went pink and I chuckled, smiling brightly at Zoe. “It’s, uh, it’s no problem Zoe. Really, I mean, um.” Evan stammered, scratching the back of his neck.

“Holy shit.” I heard a voice murmur, and I wheeled around to see Connor, wearing, as promised, a navy suit with his hair pulled back in a bun. “Hi.” I squeaked out, my cheeks already pink.

“Y/N, you. You look gorgeous.” Connor said, walking closer to me. I took a deep breath and took one of his hands in mine, watching intently as his cheeks began to gain colour.

“You look… very good.” I said, gesturing to Connor with my hand. “Thanks.” He said, letting out a breathy laugh.

Cynthia interrupted our conversation suddenly to let us know it was picture time, and I giggled at Connor’s look of pure embarrassment.

I squeezed his hand supportively and he shot me a smile in return. We took the pictures, and I had to admit, they turned out pretty well.

We were all piled into a car, and Cynthia drove us to the school as fast as legally possible. “Have fun, and I’ll pick you up at 10, ok?” She said and we all nodded as we exited the vehicle.

“Well, here we are.” I muttered, surveying the bursting gym hall. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Anyone else want one?” Connor said and I nodded.

“Anyone else?” Connor said but no one else responded. I slipped my hand into Connor’s and walked beside him, not trusting myself to stray from him.

“I really did mean what I said at home. You look stunning.” Connor whispered into my ear and I shuddered, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck raise up.

“Thanks. Not many people other than my parents have complimented me, so that really means a lot.” I said, and Connor squeezed my hand gently.

“You deserve to hear that, Y/N.” Connor said as he poured two cups of punch. “For the lovely lady.” Connor said, passing me a red cup.

“Thanks.” I said, taking a sip of the drink. Connor slipped his hand out of mine and I frowned, but when I felt his hand rest on the small of my back I nearly gasped.

“You wanna sit down somewhere?” Connor asked, his voice raising slightly to combat the noise of the hall. “Sure.” I replied, smiling softly at him.

His hand was still on my lower back as he navigated us to the bleachers, which were pretty much empty. “Here we are.” Connor said, making a sweeping gesture with his hand.

I chuckled and sat down, already feeling a little tired. “You ok?” Connor asked, noticing the shift in my demeanour.  

“Just a little tired. I wants actually planning on coming, you know.” I said and Connor frowned slightly, his brow furrowing. “Why’s that?” He asked, setting his drink down on the seat.

I let out a sigh and crossed my legs, trying not to crush the material of the dress.

“This whole gig has never been my scene. Dancing, lots of people, couples everywhere. Not to mention the fact that I hate staying up past 9:30.” I said and Connor snorted, a strand of hair escaping his bun.

“I totally get it. I’m not a big fan of the whole prom idea either, but you looked so shocked when I asked you to go with me. It was kinda cute.” Connor said, muttering the last part.

My cheeks went pink and Connor chuckled, moving closer to me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and I stiffened slightly.

I let out a sigh and relaxed into the embrace, tentatively resting my head in the crook of Connor’s neck.

We sat like that for a while. Not talking, just enjoying each other’s company. “You wanna dance?” Connor asked, suddenly interrupting the comforting silence.

“I, uh, sure.” I said, stammering slightly. If there was one thing I was not, it was a dancer. It was as if the DJ had sensed our intentions, and the song transitioned from an upbeat pop song to a slower ballad.

“I think this should be a good time to tell you that I really can’t dance. Like, I don’t know how to.” I said and Connor smiled at me, leading me onto the dance floor.

“I mean, I kinda tap danced for a while when I was a kid, so this shouldn’t be too hard, right?” Connor said and I gaped a little.

“I never knew you could tap dance.” I muttered and Connor chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. My breath hitched slightly and Connor’s smile widened.

“I’ll have to show you sometime. Also, I think your arms go around my neck.” Connor said and I nodded, tentatively doing as he instructed.

We slowly swayed along to the music, not really moving anywhere. “This isn’t too bad.” I muttered, focusing on not trampling Connor’s toes.

“Agreed.” Connor said, his eyes twinkling in the slightly pink light of the gym. I took a deep breath and bravely moved closer to Connor, pressing my chest flush against his.

“Y/N.” Connor whispered, his breath fanning across my face. I let out a shaky breath and looked right at him, noticing that his hair looked almost red in the light.

“Connor.” I said, my eyes briefly darting to his lips. Connor must have caught on, and he surged forward, pressing his lips to mine.

His lips were slightly chapped and tasted like the punch we had drunk beforehand. We stopped swaying and focused on nothing but each other, our lips moulded together perfectly.

Connor pulled away slowly, his eyes half closed. “Woah.” He muttered and I laughed softly, nodding my head. “Agreed.” I said, taking my hands from around his neck and resting them on his chest.

“How about we get out of here? I’ll text mom and the others and let them know, and then we could just go get something to eat. Maybe watch a movie?” Connor said and my smile widened.

I brought him into another kiss, this one shorter but somehow sweeter. When Connor pulled away, his smile had morphed into a loveable, dorky one. “I’d love nothing more.”

Patient Namjoon(Namjoon Version Smut)

Well, I know I said i wanted this to be a Dr. Namjoon smut but I’ve decided to make him the patient this go round. You’ll see why..  In my next smut which is the threesome with Namseok. This story is a special story for all of you but for four people especially. @dlcute @princess-of-luxury @xnamjoons-slutx@thegirlthatlikesasianboys

I don’t know how to warn you other than saying this is an smut that you may not want to read if you don’t like bdsm that much. It’s also AMBW. I don’t even want to tell you guys what kinks is in it. Just read it. You’ll enjoy it. Word Count: 5501

Your name: submit What is this?

Sitting at your desk with your legs propped open underneath the closed space your fingers danced across your wet clit, the soft sounds of your pussy being played with echoing throughout the quiet room. You had your lab coat bunched around your hips, sliding one finger inside of you curving and wiggling it to find your spot. Back arching a soft sigh left your lips as you felt your stomach muscles starting to clench indicating you would cum soon.

“Ms. Y/N I’m here for my appointment!” A familiar husky voiced called from the door. Jumping you pulled your hands from your wet pussy straightening up as Namjoon pushed open the cracked door and came inside.

“O-oh yes hello Namjoon please come take a seat, I’ll be right with you.” You spoke softly your cheeks flaming with heat.

“Is everything ok?” You heard him ask slowly, the mock concern in his tone made you groan inwardly. What if he found out you were fingering yourself? You would be in so much fucking trouble. Shaking your head, you straightened up faking a sneeze and quickly reaching for the tissue to wipe your fingers and your nose looking back at him.

“Oh, good heavens! I’m so sorry about this Namjoon please forgive me I have to go wash my hands and make sure you don’t get sick.” He smiled with understanding moving to sit in the chair beside you. Getting up you quickly dashed into the bathroom in the hallway washing off your fingers, scrubbing them so that he would only smell strawberries if he was to for some strange reason grab at your fingers. Smiling up at yourself you fixed your white lab button up coat, looking down to check and make sure your red pumps were intact. Hair and lipstick was straight and thankfully not sweaty. You made your way back into the room and Namjoon lifted his head to give you a bright smile his dimples showing as he drank you in.

“My my Y/N. You’re such a beautiful doctor.” He purred lightly sitting up a bit.

“Thank you Namjoon. You’re such a handsome patient. But I’m sure my fiancé wouldn’t like it if he found out you said such things or if I did so let’s keep this professional.” You smirked walking towards your desk.

“Professional. Got it!” Namjoon stretched out, his long limbs moving with him. You watched as the peak of his abs came out while his shirt rose the little teasing show causing your breath to stop momentarily, his hand swiped across your pen holder on the desk in the midst of him stretching causing him to knock it over. “Doctor! I’m so sorry.” He was going to bend down to reach it but you stopped him with your hand up.

“No need. I got this.” Bending over, you picked up the pen holder, also taking your time to pick up the pens as well. Your lab coat had rose up your legs, you knew the peak of your blue underwear were on display for him, how quiet he had gotten. You could feel him becoming stiff, you could feel that heated glare staring at your chocolate thighs and your nice round ass. You knew also that the panties you had on were a size too small showing the outline of your pussy how it would give him a clear view of it with your legs squeezed together.

“All better.” You smiled once the pens were up putting them on the desk sitting back in your black swivel chair grabbing at your dark blue notepad flipping it to a clean sheet of paper. You grabbed at a blank pen looking at Namjoon.

“So, what can I do for you today sir?” You asked him, seeing the faintest of a jaw clench you felt victory in your gut but you made no move to say anything right now.

“Well Y/N –“

“It’s Dr. Y/N.”

“Y/N” Namjoon rasped out your name and you swallowed thick nodding your head.

“Y/N it is then. Continue.”

“Do you always interrupt your patients?” Namjoon asked you. Scoffing you glared at him pinching the bridge of your nose. You clenched your teeth together before you looked up at him who was looking expectantly at you. “Well?”

“Well I was trying to let you speak. No I do not interrupt my patients usually but also my patients don’t try to test my patience.” You growled your voice rising a bit.

“Are you getting an attitude with me?” He asked his voice changing tone lightly and you shook your head.

“I’m not. Let’s start again. I am thankfully that you have come in today to see me. I just want to help you, because I’m the doctor! And whatever you need I will give it to you.” You smiled hesitantly squirming in your seat as he watched you.

“Very well then.” He rumbled out flicking his tongue across his bottom lip. “Doctor. Y/N. Lately I have been feeling a bit tired, my energy is not all the way there. Also, it seems I’m having problems having problems with my releasing process. I’m not cumming right.” He frowned patting his member.

“What do you mean not cumming right?” You asked jotting down some notes in your notepad eyeing him.

“Well, I will have an orgasm. But it’s not a lot. Maybe one or two little drops. And sometimes it’s hard for me to even get turned on or feel the need to fuck my girl. Do you think it’s me?” He asked licking on his bottom lip as he watched you.

“Well, I don’t know. Tell me how do you feel about this girl you’re seeing. You guys are engaged, right?” You asked tapping your pen on the notepad. Namjoon nodded perking up as he stared at you.

“She’s amazing! She’s the most beautiful brown kitten I’ve ever seen in my life. You know how they say that some girls are a tall glass of milk? That’s how I feel about her, except she’s chocolate milk so she’s much sweeter and it’s much better to lick on her nectar. She is so caring, charming and all around just a great blessing for me to have. I can’t keep my eyes off of her when I’m with her, and trust me whenever I see her do little things like show me skin. Whenever I go to her job and see her work I just want to pin her down on the desk and fuck her until she has bruises implanted on her hips and thighs from my fingers digging into her plumpness. And don’t even get me started about those curves that she has. Her full breast, oh and her sweet ass slapping it is the best. I mean she makes me weak doctor. Makes the monster come out of me.” He grinned playfully. Chewing on your lips, you nodded your head feeling the heat starting to rise in your face as you jotted down more notes.

“So, then maybe it is you Namjoon. Let’s give you a regular checkup and see what we can do about your hormones. If anything, one pill of Viagra will do.” You almost choked on your laughter at the glare he gave to you but your hands quickly dashed to grab your stethoscope from the drawer. Hearing something fall, you moved to look back seeing Namjoon stretching again, this time a vanilla file was thrown to the ground, some paper scattered in a pile at your feet. “Ok God of destruction.” You griped out leaning down to pick up the files. Your breast pressed together the peak of them being shown because your buttons were not buttoned that far up. Once you had everything up, you smiled at him standing up. Moving to place the stethoscope against his chest you asked him to take deep breaths. You could feel his heart beating fast, smirking you decided to fuck with him a little more. Pushing the stethoscope against his back your breast pressed against his right arm, your plump mounds resting against his toned muscled arms. He took deep breath, his face turning so that he could breathe against your breast.

“Doctor. You have smooth skin.” Namjoon purred sliding a hand up on your outer right thigh. His finger moving up dangerously close to your heat, fingers ghosting under the confines of your coat.

“I-I do indeed. Please keep your hands to yourself.” You softly whined, trying to move his hand but he was slicker. Moving his other hand upwards on the left side he managed to surprise you and reach his hand around grabbing at your ass cheek.

“Wow doctor. Your ass feels. So, fucking soft.” Namjoon squeezed at your ass cheek with his hand as your hand tried to pry his other hand away from sliding up farther.

“Well it’s not supposed to be hard, now is it?” You asked him. Namjoon chuckled pulling his hand back only to slam it down against your ass cheek causing it to jiggle as he rubbed the flesh. It surprised you and sent a jolt of pleasure dancing up your spine. Your hand stilled for a moment too long and Namjoon had you, his hands grabbing on both cheeks kneading them. His eyes looking up at you as he bit the top button close to your cleavage. A soft gasp left your lips, your hands moved to press against his shoulders. You tried to push him away with some effort but Namjoon only opened his legs wide so that he could pull you close against his body. His hand reached up from your ass cheek to grab at your panties pulling them upwards causing them to dip between your ass cheeks and press tighter against your pussy.

“You cannot t-treat a doctor like this.” You tried not to moan, your eyes were becoming hooded and your mind was becoming jumbled.

“I can when the doctor said she was going to do whatever it took to make me feel better.” He countered looking up at you as he flicked his tongue to lick up the crevices of your breast

“Yes! But doctor still needs to finish your checkup. You were concerned about your energy and parts below right? If you let me go I can help.” Your voice was failing you becoming more of a question and uncertainty when you spoke. Namjoon chucked nipping a part of your skin slapping your ass again. His middle finger sliding down your panties slowly until he was teasing your opening. Sliding his long finger inside. Without thinking you slapped his hand away from you your eyes going wide as you realized what you had just done. Namjoon froze in place, and you felt your doom coming.

“Oh no.” You mumbled softly and with a growl he was charging at you. Picking you up by your legs Namjoon threw you on the bed, he turned you around in his hold, your mind that was frozen for a split second tried to move from him crawl or do anything that would set you free. Namjoon saw your attempts but he wasn’t having any more of you denying him when he knew what you were doing before he even came inside.

Looking around your place, he grabbed at your ankle pulling you down so that he could walk towards the drawer. He kept you with a tight hold around your ankle. You whimpered slightly clawing at the sheets. You brought your leg up bending your ankle and then pushing it down making Namjoon fumble. Crawling off the bed in a quick motion you dashed towards the door with wobbly legs.

“Where the fuck are you going kitten?” Namjoon asked grabbing at a tape measure that was used for measuring your body. He ran after you catching you before you got out of the door. Shutting the door, he slammed you against it, his hands working to tie the tape measure. Once your hands were secure he picked you up over his shoulder walking backwards to the bed, he threw you on it with your face against the sheets. Letting your legs hang over the edge of it he got behind you grabbing at your hips bringing you back to rub against his growing erection.

“Mm someone is such a fucking naughty little doctor. Treating your patients like that.” He jutted out his lower lip as he ground himself against you, his dick starting to harden in his panties. “But now I get to have all the fun in the world. Because doctors cure you, don’t they?” He asked you spreading your legs wide with his. Once you didn’t answer he slammed his hand down to land against your ass raising his voice. “DON’T THEY?”

“YES!” You shouted out throwing your head back. Your legs bucked and you could feel your pussy starting to become wet from just his rough voice alone, but the grinding didn’t help anything it just made it worse.

“That’s right.. And with your sweet little pussy doctor. Daddy is going to make sure he feels cured by the time he is done with you. And look at that, my monster is ready to devour your sweet tight pussy. Or maybe I should fuck your ass and just leave you to bury your fingers back in your pussy like you were doing earlier.” He taunted. You were beyond embarrassed that he caught you, but instead of staying quiet you shook your head looking at him over your shoulder.

“Keep dreaming. You’re a patient who needed the doctors help. I bet you can’t even make me cum.” You smirked wiggling your ass against his bulge. Namjoon gripped at your hips, stopping all movements he slowly pushed up your lab coat to bunch around your waist, he leaned forward dark eyes baring into your own unsure ones.

“I bet I do make you cum.” He spoke in a low tone, pressing his forehead against yours. “I bet I make you cum a lot actually. You’re going to cum so much you’ll be crying for me to stop and I won’t. I’ll only keep pushing you to your limit doctor.”

All hope that you had of getting free or redemption went out the window with that phrase. Namjoon chuckled sadistically pulling away from you he walked from the bed. “Don’t move doctor. We wouldn’t need to prescribe you pain killers, now would we?” The threat that he made to you cause you to bury your face into the sheets staying perfectly still or as still as you could. But after sometime of him not coming back, you peeked up through your hair. Namjoon was treading back towards you with a multitude of things in his hand. Your stomach clenched at the mere thought of what he was going to do to you. He bit his bottom lip placing the toys down beside you coming to stand back behind you.

“I didn’t know doctors kept such things at work. But then again, you’re such a little slut are you Y/N? My little slut.” Namjoon grabbed at a brown paddle that had the words ‘obey’ carved into the front of it. He rubbed it across your chocolate cheeks softly dancing his fingers across your skin. “Peaches and cream, sweeter than sweet, chocolate cheeks and chocolate wings.” Namjoon sung the part out before slamming the paddle down against both of your ass cheeks. Pain shot through your back causing you to yelp out loud, your hands fisting up as you rested against the bed. “Oh look at how red you are.” He commented running his finger softly across your heated skin. Smirking he pulled the paddle back to smack against your ass again the pain making your eyes brim slightly with tears. Your legs shook, the heels becoming wobbly against the floor. Namjoon frowned playfully squatting down he flicked his tongue repeatedly against your heated flesh. “Does it hurt doctor?” He teased biting gently on the space under your ass cheeks. Dropping the paddle, he licked up and down your panties, his index finger finding your clit. He rubbed his finger against the spot watching as your whole body shook with desire. He hummed kissing at your ass cheeks. He pulled his finger back standing up he grabbed at the paddle, moving it to hit just across your ass cheeks. Giving you a round of five smacks that sounded off in the quiet room but your whimpers broke free. “Come on doctor we wouldn’t want your other patients outside to hear you nor the receptionist.”

He moved to your left ass cheek repeating the same process, dropping the paddle on the bed he gripped at your panties that were soaking wet, pulling them down he pressed a long kiss against your pussy. Sliding you out of them and your heels. He placed your feet back on the floor before tapping your ass. “Up on your tiptoes and hold it.” He quietly ordered and you obeyed. Pushing yourself up, your ass was stinging the tears that started to escape your eyes were finding little puddles along the bed sheets but you loved it, the pain was simply amazing though in the time it hurt. You loved it when he was rough with you reminding who was in charge here despite titles. Namjoon used his index fingers to open your wet pussy lips looking at the wetness before him. He puckered his lips blowing air against your slit causing you to whine for him. Your hands tugging to break free but it was no use you were stuck there. Namjoon leaned forward pressing his tongue flat against your slit he licked upwards until he was licking against your asshole and he pulled back to start the process again. Long slow kitten like licks against your slit that would frustrate you to no end because he wasn’t doing anything more. Finally, he pressed his tongue against your clit flicking it rapidly. Enclosing his mouth around the bud he gave a few sucks to your clit, tongue dancing against it while you became a wrecked mess above him. Once he was satisfied he pulled his mouth back pressing two fingers against your entrance. Sliding his fingers inside of you slowly he groaned at your tightness around his fingers the warm walls taking him in fully. He used his free hand to palm himself through his pants letting his fingers stay in place he kept them there until you were clenching them around his digits taking that as a sign to continue. He pulled his fingers out together only to thrust them back into you at a slow pace. Over and over he kept them straight not giving you the satisfaction of having him curl them for you and find your spot.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He told you, not replying to him, Namjoon nodded his head growling. He stood up pulling at your hair roughly his elbow of the same hand pressing against your middle back as he bit harshly on your ear. “Either you fuck yourself on my fingers. I’m talking about bouncing this tight pussy and fucking yourself for me or I will leave you here and I won’t fucking untie you. Take your pick now then, either you’re going to behave as my little slut and get fucked nice and deep or you going to stay here while I go find another doctor that will.” Of course, that was like a slap in your face. Glaring at him you nodded your head you started to push your hips down trying to ride his fingers. Namjoon released his grip a little so that you could move your body more. Eyes drifting shut he tugged harder on your hair. “Keep those pretty brown eyes open baby girl. I’m not through looking in them.” Moaning softly, you kept your eyes on him pushing back on his fingers. Your body moving up and down the bed, nipples rubbing against the lab coat that you had on. “Faster.” Namjoon commanded and you did so pushing your hips down on his fingers as more moans slipped past your lips from how it felt to have him fingering you. “Fuck, look at those nice plump ass cheeks bouncing for me. I can hear how wet your greedy pussy is taking me in. Just imagine the sound it’s going to make when my dick is shoved inside of you.” Your pussy gushed with more juices causing Namjoon to laugh as he leaned down and bit into the left side of your hip. “You feel so good, and you’re getting wet. The little kitten likes my dirty talking.” He smirked pulling his fingers back from you slowly. He brought them to his mouth while looking at you, sucking your essence of his fingers with dramatic licks and slurping noises. He reached down to grab at a rotating dildo aligning it with your entrance. He pushed the toy inside of you turning switch onto the lowest setting. The toy started to move inside of you thrusting in and out of your walls. Head rolling forward in his hold you let his name fall of your lips. Namjoon pulled back to let your head fall forward, moving to grab at the spreader bar he locked your feet in place so that even if you tried to close your legs it would be difficult for you.

He grabbed at his paddle, starting to hit your ass once again he relished in how good it sounded for you to cry out for him. He put the paddle down as he helped the toy thrust in and out of you, turning the setting up he moved to grab at a purple bullet pressing it against your asshole. He watched it pucker up as he played with it, leaning forward he licked around your hole slowly moaning against it he pushed his tongue inside of your asshole.

“Namjoon- I’m.” Your words were short, hips thrusting back against the toy to fill more of the force of it thrusting inside of you, your words were failing you. Your eyes drifted shut and felt your stomach tighten up wanting to feel your release you kept jerking your hips downwards fucking the toy. Namjoon just hummed against you, switching the angle of the toy to press it against your spot. In a few minutes, you were cumming on the toy your hips jerking from the pleasure. Namjoon kept thrusting the toy inside of you not letting it against your spot repeatedly. He moved the bullet to press it against your clit earning a loud shout of protest from you. “Please Namjoon.” You begged gently but he wasn’t hearing it, both hands moving the toys against your clit and soaked pussy you were feeling overstimulated. Namjoon didn’t care though, it was your punishment and you were going to have to take it. Moving back from your ass he licked it again, smirking as another wave hit your body, how you crumpled and deflated against the bed he let you ride out your orgasm again and moved it from your clit sucking your essence off it. He put it down on the bed moving to grab at a row of anal beads circling them around your entrance. He slowly pushed the beads inside of you one by one each one getting bigger until he had all of them buried inside of you. He moved back watching the masterpiece in front of him. He pulled the dildo from your clit licking and sucking it clean throwing it beside you he bent down to grab at your hips turning you over to lay on your back smiling down at you. He lifted your legs upwards and placed your feet on the bed. His hands spread your legs wide pressing them down against the mattress, grabbing at a smaller vibrator he taped it against your clit turning it on max settings from the get go. Moving back, he slowly stripped himself of his shirt and his pants keeping on his boxers. He gripped at your lab coat unbuttoning it until it was open moving you to push it off of your body his hands gripped at your breast. Playing with them he jiggled them and slapped them a couple of times. Moving back, he gripped at a riding crop striking it against your stomach. He watched as the skin turned red, moving to slap it against your pussy it hit the end of the beads causing you to feel them push deeper. Back arching off of the bed you bucked your hips upwards. Namjoon grinned pressing the riding crop against your nipples he started to hit against each one of them seeing how your nipples puckered up and became hard for him. He licked his lips leaning down to enclose his lips around your pert nipples sucking on them. Letting his tongue paint your skin with his spit. A wicked flash across his features as your body tensed up and your third orgasm sucked through your body. He licked a trail over to your other breast circling his tongue around your nipples slowly biting into the flesh. Once he pulled back he put the riding crop down getting in between your legs he licked up to the toy and back down shoving his tongue inside of your wet pussy. He slurped at you shaking his head side to side curving and thrusting his tongue to taste all of you.

It was starting to hurt, the overstimulation and cumming. Your eyes were brimming with tears once again as mixed feelings swam through your body. He held your hips down not letting you move while he ate you out. Body twisting and shaking your orgasm was taking longer to build up due to the fact that you had cum already three times and he was trying to make it a forth. He curved his tongue to roll against your spot picking up the speed of his tongue to make it vibrate against your spot. He let his tongue stay in that place watching as you shifted your hips and arched harder of the bed head rolling back and cries of pleasure escaping your lips. Your voice broke, heart beating erratically as another wave of pleasure slammed into your body.

“PLEASE NAMJOON! I’M SORRY!” You knew what it was about. Telling him no. And you regretted it. Namjoon pulled back from you after he sucked up your cum and kissed at your parted thighs.

“Sorry can’t fix everything.” He reminded you as he freed his dick from the confines of his boxers. Crawling on the bed he moved until he was straddling your chest, not sitting on you he let his knees dig into the mattress. One hand gripping at your hair and the other on the bed he tilted his head. “No will I have to make you use your pretty little mouth?” He asked letting his dick tap against your bottom lip the tip smearing precum against them. Shaking your head, you opened your mouth slowly for him letting your tongue roll against the head of his heated shaft. Moaning lowly, he lurched his hips forward burying his dick inside of your mouth. He thrust his hips forward, letting his balls smack your chin every time he entered into your mouth. His head rolling back, he moaned lowly enjoying the feel of your wet tongue sliding up and down against his hardened flesh. He moved to let his hand pinch at your nose instead cutting your air off he slammed his dick faster going as deep into your throat as he could. He watched you not letting you or letting you breathe. When your eyes started to get low he slid his dick into your mouth holding it at the back of your throat feeling you squeeze around him. Enjoying the sensation, he repeated it three slow times, you could feel your oxygen leave your body and the light-headed feeling was creeping up your bones until your vision was blacking out.

Namjoon released you, your ears popping as he pulled back to let you breathe before you passed out. You coughed and joked, not seeing much but tiny little bursts of color. Namjoon growled at the sight before him, his hand fisting his dick he stroked his large member until he was releasing his cum over your face. Against your lips and over your forehead and cheeks trying to avoid getting it into your eyes. His thick ropes painted your face white with his cum. Namjoon picked you up, moving to lay on the bed he spread his legs wide pressing you down against him. You were coming around once again looking around you growled slightly.

“You expect me to ride your dick with cum on my face?” You asked and nodded his head picking you up by your hips. His still erected dick was pressing at your entrance.

“I could always go back to the toys.” He mused out. Without hesitation, you were pushing your hips down burying him deep inside of you. Head rolling forward you slammed yourself down onto him. Not taking the pace slow because who were you kidding you liked to have him buried deep inside of you. Hips snapping down against his as he thrust up into you, your walls tightened around his shaft feeling the sting of him stretching out your pussy. Your groans and pants could be heard out of the room, the air turning thicker the heat radiating off of both of your bodies together. Namjoon felt his balls tightening up because he needed release, looking down at your plump cheeks that jiggled every time his hips met your ass he was a wreck full of lust and need the words from the paddle showing up faintly on your skin that was still bright and agitated. Namjoon gripped at your hips slamming you down more than letting you take the pace at your own speed. Your bound hands behind your back rested against his lower stomach as you wound your hips down against him. He shifted his hips ever so slightly pulling all the way out only to slam you down on his shaft. You were crying out his name, your voice breaking and becoming softer from how hoarse you were. Namjoon breathlessly chuckled, watching as you lost yourself for him his hand moving to slowly pull the beads from you one by one until none were left. You didn’t even need to touch yourself he was ruining you just fine by fucking you. Your breast bounced harshly from the impact of his hips against your ass the soreness of the paddle coming back.

“Daddy may I cum please?” You asked softly and Namjoon hummed in approval not speaking because he himself was on the verge of releasing.

Once he gave you the permission you nodded your head letting your orgasm consume you. Not even having the strength to yell you released a quiet whimper as your stomach clenched, your pussy throbbing as you released once more for him.

“Y/N.. Shit.” Namjoon groaned as he held you down cumming inside of your sore pussy. He rolled his hips gently, the cum sliding down from your entrance. Namjoon pulled you back to him, his arm wrapping around your waist as he kissed up your skin tiredly. The moment was quiet, both of your heart rates going back down to normal. Smiling at yourself you were proud that everything turned out well until the door pushed open.

“Well well. It seems neither of you could have waited for me.” Hoseok accused crossing his hands over his chest as he watched you both.

“It was Namjoon’s fault.” You immediately blurted feeling your insides drop.

“Oh really?” Namjoon questioned pushing his dick deep inside of you causing you to moan out and nod your head. “You little slut.” Namjoon growled pulling out of you. You wiggled trying to get free, and Namjoon got off the bed going to wipe himself clean. Once he was done he stood by Hoseok who looked down at you a disapproving frown etched on his features.

“We will think about your punishment.”

“What do you mean we! He fucked me!” You cried out in protest.

“You touched yourself first. That’s your punishment. Not that he fucked you, we both expected that. But you know the rules about self-pleasure around here.” Hoseok turned to walk away with Namjoon winking at you following him.

“At least untie me! Please daddy.” You pouted jutting out your lower lip. Namjoon looked up at Hoseok and he looked at you.

“No. You have been a bad girl, you need to stay there and think about what you’ve done princess.” And like that you were left alone in the middle of the bed, your fate lying in the hands of two very dominate men.

French Class - Stiles Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate

Word Count: 7075

Notes: Public sex, Fingering, Marking, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Skype-Sex, Riding, Oral (male receiving), Bondage, Biting. Don’t even read this it’s honestly just trash and its filthy. Huge thanks (again because she’s literally my angel) to @dumbass-stilinski​ because when she reads and edits for me, some of the spelling errors I had would make you cringe. This also got a little long but I like writing longer fics so I’m (not) sorry.


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1997 [3]

Part 1, 2

Characters: Dean Winchester, twin sister!reader, Sam Winchester, characters from 4x13, OC characters.

Words: 1500

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters @evyiione  @darkestgrungeuniverse @fabulouslycassie @delessapeace-blog @mariairwin666 @1amluke @saveprettydays @cookee50 @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou @samanddeanshotsis

A/N: Just gonna clarify that this could be any town, I’m not thinking of anywhere specific while writing this. The episode ”After School Special”, where I’m taking names and characters and so on from — I’m using the setting — might take place in a certain town, I don’t remember, but yeah. My series doesn’t, it’s just a small town, that’s all.

Music suggestion: Tennis Court - Lorde (Again, I just listened to it while I wrote, and didn’t think of the lyrics, so yeah.)

Your name: submit What is this?

The beautiful thing with moving around and switching schools like you and your brothers did — was that you could become anyone. No one knew you from before, no one knew what you’ve been through — and they definitely didn’t know what your father did for a living either for that matter.

So, you were free to be whoever you liked, because the only ones who really knew you — the real you — were your family. Because, no one ever got to know you. Because, before you could make friends, true friends, you had to leave again. Just like Sammy had said.

Dean usually hung around the ”cool” kids. With his sarcasm and charisma, he had no problem with getting people to laugh. And for some reason, he was popular with the girls too. You didn’t understand that one.

Sometimes, you joined Dean and hung out with those crowds. But, other times, you went a different way. You tried out hanging with almost every type of group that existed in high school.

It was just that you didn’t bother this time. This time, as you said to yourself, you were going to keep to yourself. It would spare you energy, and then it wouldn’t be hard at all to leave. There would be nothing to miss.

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be my love (baekhyun)
word count: 1330 w.
genre: fluff, unfair performance au
summary:  baekhyun creates havoc in the doctor’s lounge when he wore a stethoscope, scrubs, and a doctor’s coat.

A short beep sounded from your coat’s pocket. You scrabbled your pocket to get your phone. A message notification showed on the screen.

Watch Music Core today~ ^^

You rolled your eyes and went back to work.

“Please don’t leave. It’s boring in the hospital but it’s fun when you’re around, noona!” Jisung pleaded, his grip tightening around your wrist. You chuckled as you lowered down to his level.

“I’ll be doing my rounds later at six. Don’t worry, you’ll see me again.” You gave him a warm smile before ruffling his hair.

“You promise?” He asked. The sparkle in the boy’s eyes made you want to say ‘yes’ even if you’re probably a little busy come six in the evening.

“I promise.” Jisung wrapped his tiny arms around your neck. You were careful not to tangle the tube of his IV.

When you closed the door to his room, the head nurse popped her head from the common room. She waved her hand signaling you to come quickly. “You’re gonna miss their performance! Run!”

You walked briskly because running on the halls of the hospital would deem unprofessional as a medical resident. That would exclude those assigned at the emergency room, of course. When you arrived, your hair was disheveled, sticking out at different directions. All the nurses circled the flat screen TV. They flashed a smile of mischief when you sat on your desk.

“What’s all the fuss about?” You tried to catch your breath. You looked at the TV only to find Music Core on the channel.

Just when you were about to complain why they made you hurry, an unfamiliar tune started playing. Your eyes caught the song’s title named, “Unfair”.

“Where are the other four members?” One of the nurses questioned, her hands fanning her face when Jongin appeared on the screen. She turned to you, a playful smirk placed on her face. “Where’s Baekhyun?”

“B-Baekhyun who?” You averted your eyes on the ground.

The head nurse nudged your side. “Oh, you know. The Baekhyun who keeps on visiting you when he has the time away from his idol activities. The one who keeps joining you for coffee everyday with a mask on his face even if you didn’t ask.”

You felt heat creep to your cheeks at the thought of Baekhyun’s persistence on catching your heart.

“Speaking of Baekhyun,” the head nurse turned her head back to the TV the exact moment Baekhyun started singing his line.

If you already know, please stop playing around. I’m getting more and more lost in you.

You can’t believe Baekhyun sported the whole doctor attire for this stage. From the bluish purple scrubs to the stethoscope. On the side of that, his golden brown hair stuck out in different directions as well. You found it completely irresistible when Baekhyun looked up and patted his face with the stethoscope.

“OH MY GOD” The head nurse covered her mouth with her hands. Girly screams sounded all over the common room because Byun Baekhyun was in freaking scrubs and a doctor suit all because of you.

Am I being selfish? Your eyes, your nose, your lips, I want to be the only one that looks at you. Am I being too greedy?

You were pretty sure your heart was about to escape out of your chest. You placed a hand over your chest. You weren’t sure if the song was for you because you didn’t want to assume. Maybe it was just another EXO love song everyone seems to love.

“Is he confessing on live TV?!” Your attending physician, the one in charge of you, popped her head through the door.

You sighed, “You too, Dr. Kwon?”

“It’s seldom we get some medical romance here, alright? Let me have my fun.” She said before joining the rest of the nurses in watching EXO’s performance.

“The song couldn’t be about me, okay. I’m sure this is another song to have women like you swoon over them. It’s a media tactic.” You said, matter-of-factly.

Girl, girl, be my love. We drank coffee everyday.

“Are you sure it ain’t about you?” One of the nurses questioned, arms crossed over her chest. “I beg to differ.”

Girl, girl, be my love. We talked for a long time on the phone every night.

Your fellow resident clasped her hands together as if she connected two and two together. “So that’s why when I sleep at the doctor’s quarters at midnight, there’s always someone whispering and giggling on the top deck.”

“C'mon, you two are perfect for each other. The boy’s obviously head over heels for you. He’s been courting you for almost a year and you still won’t answer him.” Your attending physician said as she leaned back on the chair.

A series of ’yeah’ and ’why won’t you answer him’ filled the room. You honestly don’t know why as well. It’s just that balancing your profession and relationships were a difficult task to do. Plus, he’s an idol and you weren’t sure if it would work out. You explained these bothering thoughts to the rest of them for them to understand your part.

“I’m sure Baekhyun has a good explanation why they performed this today. I’ll call him later when he’s done with his schedule.” You said before grabbing your clipboard and poked a pen to your chest pocket.

“Or we could talk about it right now.”

When you turned around, you were taken aback when Baekhyun stood there right in the flesh. In his hand was a bouquet of carnations and blue roses. You couldn’t take your eyes off Baekhyun in scrubs. It looked absolutely perfect on him. If only he were a doctor, he’d share the same worries.

“I thought you were live? How did you get here so fast?”

Baekhyun replied. “It was pre-recorded, sweetheart.”

“Well,” the attending physician continued, “We should go back to work. Let’s go everyone. We need to, um, save lives. I’ll see you later!”

You chuckled when she pumped her fists and mouthed to Baekhyun, ‘Go get her!’

The moment you heard the door click, you initiated the conversation. “So what do you want to talk about, Baekhyun?”

“Us,” he responded. You shrugged, “What about it?”

“Look, I really really really like you. This is not an idol stunt I’m pulling. Think about it. Why am I spending my time with you in the hospital during my day offs when I could have used it to rest?”

You were caught speechless. It all made sense and you were scared to admit it. “Why do I check on you every other hour during your shifts? Why do I fetch you just to take you home safely at four in the morning?”

“I should say I love you but I guess that’s too fast for your liking. But, I really like you,” Baekhyun took a step closer. He set down the flowers on the table before rubbing your sides.

“And if that song that I wrote with Chanyeol and Dean didn’t prove enough then…”

You cupped your hands on his cheeks. Baekhyun pouted. You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Byun Baekhyun. EXO’s lead vocalist and the most adorable puppy I’ve ever met. You have won a place in my heart. I like you, too.”

“And, no, it’s not too fast for my liking. I think it’s about damn time.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down until your lips are a few centimeters away from each other. You stared into his deep brown orbs swirling with adoration.

“I love you, Baekhyun.”

note: not really a valentines day gift for yall but it’s almost valentines so let’s just call it that lmao i’ll be writing for the rest of the members so stay tuned 💕 | masterlist

Look, it’s Peter Pan!

+ Robbie Kay

author’s note: au but like… au-ish? probably v shitty imagine & sorta long and disappointing!!

Prompt: In which a boy named Robbie Kay is an actor at Disney, playing Peter Pan & he meets a girl but can’t break character to ask her out. 


Today is the day you and your family is going to Disney Land. The happiest place on Earth, tailored for even the oldest of ages.


A place and the figment of Disney its self is timeless, which is why you picked the special place for the whole family when you were asked to pick. 


A small, dainty hand is clutched to yours, the sweat seeping from the hand to yours. You look down and grin at your little sister who is so infatuated with Disney that she doesn’t realize she is sweating. 

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Bloomtale - Chapter 16 - Kaitogirl - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 16 is up!!! This chapter has 8000 words and it took me a lot to write! Sorry for being inactive, I just wanted to have it all neatly tied before I continued forward. This chapter is important! So please enjoy and read carefully~


In other news… this blog almost reached the 1000 followers!! It’s a really HUGE number, specially taking into account that this is a fic, and generally fics get less attention than comics, [sad truth </3], so I’m really excited for this! Thank you all for following my story <3

I think that once I reach 1000 words I’ll start working on a small comic featuring Athela <3 So you get to know her better… know what I mean?

Really, guys, THANK YOU! I am so pumped!!!


I’ll leave you to the fic now~



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Le Chat Noir

SInce exams are over it’s time for me to write again! yaaay!! I missed this!!!

Since it’s Marichat May I decided to Get In On The Action and so here’s a fic for day 19 - identity reveal - which I’ve been planning for ages and it was pretty fun to write tbh

The title is a lazy reference to Le Chat Noir in Montmarte, which was one of the first cabarets. Titles are not my strong point, but eyyyyyyyy it’s doubly relevant

Also feel free to pop to my ao3


Le Chat Noir - a reveal fic with a bit of humour amidst the fluff (1959 words)


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Eraser

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1459 (Wow!)

Description: Contrary to popular belief there are two sides to Dr. Leonard McCoy. There are only two people on the whole of the U.S.S. Enterprise who know them. One carries rank over him. The other holds his heart in her hands.

A/N: Hi everyone! This is for the brilliant @trekken81 and her Ed Sheeran Divide challenge! I have track one called… wait for it… Eraser! *profusely apologizes for corniness* I am also dedicating this to @mccoymostly and her absolutely emotional and goosebump raising head cannon about Joanna McCoy which can be found —> here  Thank you soo so much for reading!!! And without further ado…

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Eight years Final (M)

A/N- hey, so its been a while since i updated this series. But this is the last of eight years. I’m not really all that happy with it… So I may take it down and change it, if i have a better idea for. But for now this is it. Thank you to everyone who followed the series. 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! 

Enjoy! 

~ Part four ~ 

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby


It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you told Jungkook you needed time to think. It’s like you didn’t love him, because you did. In actual fact you have never stopped loving him. The eight year gap was merely.. a pause, your feelings could never die for Jungkook. Which worried you, hugely. What if he stopped loving you? What id he didn’t actual love you? So many possibilities of what could happen. 

This was a little sudden though. You and Jungkook had only started to see each other in a romantic way… Marriage so soon, was it wise? Your mom would love it, she loved Jungkook and wanted Grandchildren as soon as possible. 

In those two weeks you had avoided Jungkook as much as possible. He understood, but it didn’t stop him from missing you. Your body sleeping soundly beside him, your giggle, smile, he missed everything about you. He yearned for you. In his eyes, you were his one, his only. He didn’t need to search the seas for his ‘fish’, because you were it. You were his somebody. You were his one. But Jungkook was question, was he yours? 

You missed Jungkook too. His morning cuddles, the love he had for you consumed you whole. There was no denying his love for you. You could tell by the way he looked at you at work. How he would leave you coffee on your desk with little sticky notes, telling you he loved you and missed you. He was a sweetie. But marriage.. now? 


It was Friday and you  are walking into work. You can’t wait til you can leave today, you’re going to go home and watch k-dramas and eat ice-cream all weekend. You walked over to the lift and pushed the button, it opened and you got on. Just before it closed Jungkook slipped in, shit. He looked amazing as always, you just wanted him to hold you. But you being a little shit just awkwardly smiled at him. Why could you just tell him that you love…? Because you were afraid of getting hurt again. 

“I miss you, a lot.” Jungkook simply states. You look up at him, his eyes are full of sadness. “I don’t regret proposing to you, because I love you and I only see myself with you. So take all the time you need, ignore me all you want. But I’m still yours and your still mine.” You smile, cause he just called you his. Just as you are about to respond the lift opens and in walk Jung Hoseok. Of fucking course. He smiles brightly at you and joins the both of you in the lift. 

“Hey beautiful, How are you?” You giggle at Hoseok and his 100 watt smile. 

“I’m good, Hobi. How are you?” You reply. 

“I’m great now that I’ve seen you.” You blush, he was such a charmer. “Since it’s Friday, do you want to go get a drink after work?” Hoseok asks you, smiling a beautiful smile. You look over to Jungkook to see his knuckles turning white from holding the steel railing in the lift. 

“I’m sorry, Hobi. But I already have plans.” You inform him. 

“Oh, well, maybe next time.” The lift opens and Hoseok walks out. Just as you are about to follow him, Jungkook grabs your hand. He reaches behind you and closes the doors to the lift and hits the emergency stop button. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” Jungkook pushes you up against the wall, you gasp. His stare was intense to say the least. 

“Who are you meeting after work?” His hands are on either side of your head, trapping you. His breathe is tickling your skin. All you wanted to do was join your lips with his. 

“I’m not meeting anyone.” You confess, you can’t tare your eyes away from his. He gives you a confused look. 

“Then why did you tell Hoseok you were?” He questions. 

“I knew you wouldn’t want me meeting up with Hoseok, so I told him a white lie.” Jungkook smirks. 

“That’s my girl.” Before you know what’s happening, Jungkook is leaning down and joining his lips with yours. The kiss quickly becomes heated. His hands travelling down your body, your hands one on his neck the other in his hair, pulling him closer. Jungkook starts to kiss down your jaw and neck, your breasts, he kisses down your clothed stomach. He reaches the top of your skirt, his hands push up your skirt so its around your hips, exposing panties. 

“Jungkook! We can’t do this here!” You half shout. He just smirks up and you and starts to leave hickys on your thighs. Sucking, nipping and kissing purple marks onto your legs. You really missed this, felling close with him. Jungkook pushes your panties to the side, raising one of your legs over his shoulder. He starts to lick your pussy slit. 

“Jungkook.” His skillful tongue has you moaning and whimpering his name. It was all to much, but then he adds his fingers into the mix. He pumps two fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, still kitten licking your clit. The more you moan out, the Jungkook smirks, you can feel it against you. 

“Cum for me baby girl.” He starts to suck on your clit, the sight making you weak at the knees. You orgasm all over Jungkooks fingers. Your panting trying to catch your breathe when Jungkook comes back up. He softly kisses your lips, you can taste yourself off him. His forehead rest against yours. 

“Come back to me. I don’t care if you don’t want to marry me, okay? I just need you. I can’t sleep known your not going to be in my arms when I wake up…. Just .. Please, come back to me.” Your eyes tear up at Jungkook’s plea. You cup his face and connect your lips with his, putting all your love and emotion into the kiss. 

“I’m not going anywhere… I just. Don’t you think its soon for marriage.” You confess your feelings. 

“Y/N, too soon? That’s why you said no? What do you mean too soon. I’ve loved you since the day I meet you and you loved me. We lost eight years, cause of my stupid idiot brain. I don’t want to lose another second without you. And I want to be able to flaunt my sexy ass wife around. Image, we would be such couple goals.” You can’t help but chuckle at Jungkook. 

“How about you be my boyfriend and i’ll be your girlfriend, and maybe if you’re lucky we can get married in due time. There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.” You fix your skirt and panties into there rightful place and glance back up at him. 

“Okay, but can we stay at your place more. I like your body washes.” You roll your eyes and kiss your boyfriend. 


One year later… 

You smooth out your tailor made dress, having your last glance in the mirror before leaving the room. You are meet by your father and your friends. 

“You look stunning, darling.” Your father kisses your forehead. You link arms with him, decending down the long aisle. You look up to see the handsome man you loved standing at the top. He turns to look at you walking closer and closer. Your eyes lock and its like no one else. Its just you and him. You finally reach him, your kiss your father and take your place beside your fiance. 

“Hey baby. you look amazing.” You smile brightly at him. The priest babbles on about love and what not, but your just gazing into your soon to be husbands eyes. His hands are holding yours and his smile is bright. 

“Do you take Y/F/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

“I do.” 

“Do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“I do.”  


I’m sorry this is sooooooo bad.

 -Admin Abe x

Fake Love (part two)

Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky comes to reader for dating tips and doesn’t know reader has feelings for him, reader starts a fake relationship with Sam in order to show Bucky what he’s missing out on

Chapter summary: Reader is feeling jealous about this girl that Bucky is trying to take on a date and decides to come up with a plan

Warnings: jealousy & sort of anger, more dating advice

Author’s note: How do y’all like it so far? I feel like it’s going in a good direction, but I don’t mind any feedback

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Yeah Nat, and he came to me for dating advice! Like, who the fuck does that?” I practically yelled, holding a glass of wine. “I mean, you basically let him,” Nat responded coolly, taking a sip of her drink. “I know,” I muttered glumly. “But it still hurts.”

Suddenly an idea came into my mind. “I’ve got a plan!” I announced, looking at Nat waiting to see a reaction from her. “No, Y/N. Your plans never end well,” she said with a little smirk. She was right, but I wasn’t going to back down. “You’ll see,” I said with a cocky smile.

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Klaine one-shot - “Gift with Purchase” (Rated PG13)

To prepare for a big audition, Tina takes Blaine to Sephora for a little freshening up, where Blaine meets the sales associate of his dreams. (2277 words)

Written for @hkvoyage, because I don’t think I ever thanked her enough for “writing me into” her big fic, Butterfly Wings :D

Read on AO3.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this,” Blaine says, turning on his heel and walking down the street the way they came. “This is ridiculous.”

“No, it’s not! It’s brilliant!” Tina grabs Blaine by the shoulders and spins him back around with surprising strength. “I’m not saying get a full glam makeover, just a little touch up. You want to look your best for your audition, don’t you?”

“I guess. It’s just … I haven’t worn makeup in so long. I feel kind of silly putting it on now.” Blaine can’t help feeling a bit self-conscious. He’s been cultivating a new image since high school – a more macho image. It hasn’t exactly been working for him the way he’d hoped, but one thing it doesn’t include is makeup.

“Nonsense.” Tina turns him slightly, directing him to Sephora. “BuzzFeed says that men these days get touchups all the time. Everybody from baristas to CEOs drops in on their lunch hour to get freshened up.”

“You know, you can’t trust everything you see on BuzzFeed, Tina.” Blaine puts his hands out and pulls open the door before Tina can push him straight through the glass. “Besides, I don’t think that plumper lips or the perfect smoky eye is going to help me get this part.”

Tina shrugs. “You never know. This is a Broadway role you’re going for.”

“You might have a point.”

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Science Project - Stiles Stilinski [SMUT]

Author: daddyobrienx

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Public, Teasiing

Word count: 2,102

A/N: Hola hola, I decided to write more smut cuz y’all seemed to like it. Also, thanks to @obrosey-af and @twsmuts for looking this over. I now take requests and I’m working on more smut that was requested by someone, coming soon. Anyways, hope y’all enjoy!

Part two

My relationship with Isaac isn’t a very stable one. We’ve been dating for a long while now. I thought he was “The one”. Cliche, I know. It was until Lydia told me she saw Isaac with another girl, I broke up with him. Ever since then, he’s been saying he’s sorry and begging to give him another chance. And I, being the dumbass I am, gave him another chance. So now I guess we’re dating…again. Whoopty fuckin do.

“You’re back together with Isaac? Y/N, do you know how many times he’s cheated on you? He’s an asshole!” Stiles loudly whispers, flailing his hands all over the place and I roll my eyes at him.

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ISSUES -Part Two

Read part one- HERE 

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning
Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count 3,283 

Part Two

My breath sped up as everyone stood frozen in place waiting for what was gong to come next.

He seemed to be thinking deeply and it worried me. I could feel it pouring off of us.     

What was he going to do?

This couldn’t be good.

Rick should never of left.

I bloody told him.

If The Saviors were just going to turn up when ever they wanted he couldn’t keep going out and leaving.  Some of these people stupidly looked up to him and he owed them more than he could ever realise. I wish I could look up to him but  I didn’t agree with a lot of the things that had been happening recently and my trust was gone long before the dead started walking among us. 

Attacking that outpost had been the biggest mistake and Glen and Abraham paid the price for it. Sasha, Maggie and her unborn baby would have to live with that. Have those pictures run through their minds for the rest of their lives. That would never ever leave them.

Our family was fractured and I didn’t see anyway that was going to be fixed. How could it?

This man might of been semi responsible but Rick, the so called and self proclaimed leader was at the centre of it all.

Quickly I moved my eyes to look over our people and noticed Carl wasn’t here. What the fuck?  

Shaking my head slightly I hoped he had done what I told him not too do. As stupid as that sounds I hoped he was on his way to Hilltop.

With any luck Edith caught up with him and Judith was safe with the both of them.

“Okayyyyyy” he tapped the wire covered bat on concrete road beneath us “This is what’s going to happen” he began walking up and down looking every Alexandrian in the eye as he did  “My people are going to go in these homes and take what they want and you’re going to stay out here and behave like the good little boys and girls I know you can be”  he pulls the bat up to eye level in Arron’s face “You can sit, you can stand but you can’t move from out here until I damn well say so” he smiled wickedly and then started to move in your direction again.

I could feel my heart start to beat faster as he moved. Oh shit.

“Now” he pointed the barbwire covered bat right at you “ y/e”

“Oh fuck” I muttered under my breath. However apparently not quiet enough because the arse who was holding my arm chuckled. Oh fuck indeed.

“That’s Rick the pricks house. Right?” He tilted his head to our house that only a few moments ago you had been standing in front of with Edith and Judith. I couldn’t seem to form any words so I simply nodded my head swallowing the extra saliva that was now pooling in my mouth.

“Excellent” he threw his arms in the air “Time for some fun boys!” And just like that most of the saviors scattered forcing their way into our homes once again while the rest stayed with their guns pointed towards us.

Closing my eyes briefly I sighed as the one who had been holding my arm released it. Defiantly going to have a serious bruise from his fingers. Thanks fucker.

“Don’t look so sad little one” you jumped as you felt warm fingers pull your chin upwards.

Opening my eyes I once again came face to face with Negan. I didn’t hear or feel him move this close to me and that was alarming.

“Now I have got a special task for you darling” he stood up straight, releasing my chin as he did.

I started internally freaking out what did he mean by ’special’?

“I am thirsty” thirsty? “So you can follow me into Rick the Pricks house over here and make me some god damn lemonade!” Lemonade? He started walking away from you “Todayyyy!” He called over his shoulder as I starred at his back kind of in shock.

He wants me to make him lemonade? I didn’t know if we even had any in the kitchen. Shit.

This was it. Dad was going to come home and I was going to dead, splattered all over the damn place because we didn’t have any fucking lemonade.

I took a step forward to follow but then froze.  I could see Rosita shaking her head at me telling me not to follow him.

“DO NOT MAKE ME ASK AGAIN Y/E!” Looking at the house I found him standing at the front door pointing that damn bat at me. | didn’t like the thing, I assume thats why he has it. Scare tactic.

Quickly, not allowing myself to look at anyone else I made my way towards him, walking straight through the open door, him following silently behind.

The sound of the door clicking shut made me nervous.

It was just the two of us.

Negan and me.

Me and Negan.

The man who killed for fun.

If Dad was here he would be freaking out right about now.

I couldn’t help but nervously smile at that as I reached the kitchen. He would probably be more concerned that he wasn’t the one alone with Negan. Looking for a weakness he could use against him.

Not knowing if he was following behind me or not I move quickly. He wanted lemonade and that is what I was going to do. With any luck once he had his drink, if we even had any that is. God please let there be enough to make him at least one glass.  

Hopefully he will leave.

I could hear a lot of shouting and banging occurring outside as his men took even more of the stuff from our homes.

This wasn’t going to end well. Fuck sake Dad.

Opening a cupboard I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding and pulled out a tub of lemonade. Thank god it doesn’t feel empty.

Olivia must of brought it over when she was looking after Judith yesterday.

Smiling I quickly made his damn drink. Aware the entire time that he was watching me from across the room.

The sound of a thud echoed throughout the room made me jump, my eyes quickly looked towards him. For the first time since being alone.

He was starring right back at me with those hazel eyes and that lop-sided smile.

“You’re very quiet” he noted as I went back to making his drink “Unusual in fact women normally don’t shut the fuck up unless you threaten to knock knock” he chuckled eyeing his weapon of choice.

Finding my voice I replied in a semi sarcastic voice “Yeah, well good for them”

His laugh caught you off guard and you spilt some of the lemonade on your hand and the floor as it poured into a glass.

“I like you” What? “No bullshit…. Itssssss” he waved a hand in the air “Refreshing

I must be hallucinating. Right?

“See your leader, Rick the Prick he..”

“My Dad” I blurted out not thinking. Oh shitting hell I should not of said that. Dad is going to kill me, if Negan doesn’t first.

“Excuse me?” He stood up straight “Ohhhhh so that explains the stink eye He’s your Daddy?”

Staying silent I just placed the glass on the table that separated us and moved backwards so my back was against the work top crossing my arms over my chest.

“So Daddy Rick has been hiding you from me then?” I didn’t answer. To be honest I didn’t dare speak as the man before me picked up the glass and brought it to his lips “Thats very interesting” he added with wide eyes before taking a sip.

“Damn thats good!” I Smiled, relieved.

“You sure are something” he snickered “So Daddy isn’t going to be home anytime soon? Shame I was hoping to see him”

“Why?”

“I miss him” he laughed at some kind of joke he must be thinking off. I sure as hell didn’t see why that was funny.

“So y/e” he said before taking another mouthful of lemonade “Lets talk” he pointed towards the front room before walking over to and sitting down almost gracefully onto one of the sofas, leaving his bat on the table in the kitchen.

“Come on” he patted the space next to him “I don’t bite” at that I raised my brows and walked closer “Well unless you ask ever so nicely anyway” he winked and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Really laugh.

I don’t remember the last time I laughed like this.

You know one of those full on belly laughs that makes you slightly light headed?

“Well that was fucking a beautiful sight and sound sweetheart” Negan speaking stopped me almost instantly and I suddenly remembered where I was and who I was with.

Fuck.

I had let my guard down for a few seconds there and that was dangerous to do in this world now. Dangerous to do with this man.

Ignoring his earlier move for me to sit down next to him I sat in a chair opposite instead.

“Okay” he said placing the now half empty glass down with a clink on the coffee table that we never used “Lets get straight to the point”

I could feel myself breathing harder as I nervously watched the man before me who didn’t fault as he held my gaze.

He both was and wasn’t what I thought he would be like at all.

The way they spoke about him he sounded more like a wild cave man from the prehistoric time than the one who was calmly sat in front of me now.

I knew he was dangerous, I wasn’t stupid, you couldn’t miss that but there was something more about him and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was exactly.

“Now you look like a smart girl y/e”

Did he just compliment me?

There was a odd tension building in the air as I continued to look at the man before me.

What was he going to say?

What was he going to do?

Why was I even here?

With him?

When he had hand-lessley dragged me into the house he hadn’t known I was Rick’s daughter. What was he doing?

“Now I know we fucking surprised you guys but thats the name of the game of this world” I could feel my teeth digging into my bottom lip as he spoke in a deep and commanding voice.

Why did he have to be so, so…..charismatic?

I mean I should feel nothing but hatred towards him… right?

“But I’ll let it slide that you didn’t have your great almighty fucking leader Rick the Prick here and I’ll even let it slide that you didn’t have my shit this one time. We came early, I respect that”

The blood pumping around my body began to get warmer as he leant forwards in his seat.

“But what I won’t deal with being damn disrespected”

“I’m no..not” I stuttered.

“Now now” he laughed and stood up towering over me like a damn tree or something that had been growing for hundreds of years “You have been more than hospitable doll but that Daddy of yours” clicking his tongue “He needs to be more respectful. Im not stupid I know he’s up to something

Nodding my head I didn’t know what to say.

“What else Is he hiding from me?” He asked eyeing me “Apart from your glorious self of course”

“I wouldn’t know” I answered honestly. Because that was the truth. I may be Rick Grimes daughter but I was never involved in his little meetings. The only thing I knew he was hiding was Judith and of course Maggie and I was not going to be the one to tell him about either one of them. I would rather face his bat than be the one to tell him. Judith was too innocent to have to face this and Maggie… well she just had been through enough.

“Don’t lie to me y/e” he raised his voice making me jump.

“I’m not lying to you, honestly all I do is stay here and look after Ju.. everyone elsefuck.

Fuck

FUCKKKK.

I had almost let her name slip between my lips. He seemed to disarm me being around him. I had to be more careful.

“You don’t leave?” He looked me up and down.

Shaking my head “No, not really Rick doesn’t want me out on runs or anything and we’ve been here for a while”

“So the last time you stepped foot outside of these walls was before you got here? To Alexandria?”

“Pretty much” I nodded my head.

There was of course the times you had snuck out, protected Judith and that time you had been to the quarry with that insanely massive heard of walkers.

Apart from that I hadn’t left here since Arron brought us.

I both hated it and was grateful at the same time. I wasn’t stupid though. I knew the reason why was because my Dad didn’t think I could cope, didn’t want me outside of his control, of his watchful gaze or whoever he had around to watch me. He didn’t want my help unless it was to look after the baby that wasn’t even his.  

“Well fuck me sidewaysssss” he started walking around the room. Running a leather clad finger over every surface as he went.

I bit my lip as I watched him move. He was one of the most graceful men I had seen in a very long time and I could feel it, him, awakening something inside of me that I had buried down so, so long ago.

Wait, what?

Stop it.

We hate him.

Right?

“Damn thats no fun huh?” He laughed almost evilly but there was something else there too. Almost glee?

“Well I’ll tell you what y/e” he stalked towards me causing me to sit as far back as I could in the chair. “If you ever and I do mean fucking ever want to get outside of these walls and have a little adventure I would be more than fucking happy. Jesus it would make my fucking week to have you at the Sanctuary” Sanctuary? Where was that?

“What?” I asked as he placed a hand on either side of the chairs arms, caging me in.

“Our own little paradise doll” he licked his bottom lip “All you have to do is say yes and you can come” widening his eyes he added “And if you say so in more ways than one” he added with a wink that almost made me openly drool.

My eyes widened and dilated as I processed what he said. Did he just? No?

Shaking my head I simply said “Thanks for the offer but no” Idiot.

“No?” He sighed before standing back up “Offers there anytime y/e. Any fucking time for you. Yes it fucking is. You can have anything you want anytime, get some air in those magnificent lungs” Did he just checkout my boobs?

“Thank you” Why did I just say thank you? The man just said he wanted to make me cum. Only if you said so My subconscious reminded me.

“And if you were to become one of my wives.. then damn sweetheart you just might make my fucking year” his eyes were twinkling and the room was now thick with sexual tension causing the two of us to both breath a little heavier.

“Wives?” As in plural? Fucking hell.

“Perk of the new world” he stroad away towards his bat, picking it up in his gloved hand “Me and Lucille here will leave you all alone sexy y/e before……just don’t forget the offer alright?”  He added the last part as he shook his head. As if if he was trying to remove what he was about to say from his brain.

His bat had a name?  

Was he a former asylum patient or something before the apocalypse?  

Wait a second did he just call me sexy?

Shakily I mumbled out a sort of ‘ok’ as I followed him as he moved.

Something inside me wanted him to stay.

Maybe I was the one in need of a phycologist. Jesus.

Loosing my damned mind.

Just around him. Fuck.

He whistled loudly “We are out of here!!!!!” Turning to you he added “Thanks for the lemonade” with a wink and waved goodbye before they all began to retreat towards the gate “We’ll be back in TWO DAYS” he shouted reminding everyone he was coming back for the stuff he was ‘owed’.

In less than a minute they were gone and Gabriel was pulling the gate shut behind them, leaving us almost stunned. It was like they had never even been here.

No one moved for a moment. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like several minutes.

For some stupid reason I had a smile on my face.

That man was nothing like what they had said about him.

Yes he had killed two of our family but we were responsible for over forty of his being killed in that outpost. Maybe he wasn’t so bad?

“What happened?” Rosita came over to you when everyone felt safe to move once again.

Shaking my head I had to gather my thoughts making sure to loose the smile.

“Doesn’t matter” you told her but not taking your eyes off of the closed gates. There was no way I was going to tell them Negan knew I was Rick’s daughter and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell them about his offer.

To take me to the Sanctuary.

And the whole wives thing?

That was kind of fucked up.

“Y/e” she repeated sounding angry and went to grab my arm.

“I already fucking told you it doesn’t matter” I bit out angrily.

She looked a little shocked at my outburst.

I barley bothered saying anything these days. No one ever listened unless it was about fighting or gathering stuff so what was the point?

Looking at everyone as they looked back at me with confused and shocked expressions I realised I had to say something. He could not find out Negan met me. If he knew what would he do?

“Rick can’t find out about that” I told them pointing towards the house.

“And why the hell not”

“If you want to be the one to tell him that Negan spoke to me when I was meant to be out of here before he ever had the chance then fucking go for it but I think we all know that is not a great idea. You know what he is like he’ll do something stupid. Look what happened last time he did that we lost Glen and Abraham!”

It was his fault we were in this position in the first place.

Spencer was nodding in agreement. He was one of the only other ones who openly didn’t agree with going into that outpost. He said we should make a deal and looking at what had happened today he was right.

No one got hurt.

No one lost their life.

Hell he even thanked you for making him a lemonade.

You didn’t leave it for any further discussion before turning around and walking back into the house.

“Where are you going?” Arron spoke up.

“To have some lemonade” I shouted not bothering to look back as I slammed the front door shut.

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